BEIRUT, RECURRING DREAM
2021 - ongoing
Photography, family archives, video
Beirut holds vivid childhood memories for me: the scent of orange blossoms, jasmine, and gardenia; checkpoints on the way to school; the saltiness of the corniche air; the blue sky; even the smell of burning garbage.
In 1983, amidst the civil war, we left Lebanon, creating a deep void and sense of rupture that remained until my return 13 years later.
This ongoing series explores my enduring love for Beirut, a city of repeated devastation, yet one that offers moments of magic amid its chaos. In Beirut, beauty and pain coexist, and the city often feels like a lover who has left.
