Longing to the place... talk of the walls and rock melting... Back to the period of memories and touches of the finger print, name engraving and Cargo seals and grief whisper... the clock without pendulum without hands or a sing... twisting of the iron legs, so that they loose hardness and become a line that expresses tenderness, it folds, plays and twists in a slim manner. Apiece of rock become stable like a cat while sculptures stand. In a pride and stubbornness... will the ordeal of the country reflects itself on one of its sons and his initiatives change into signs... forms and sculptures that address and flirt with the place... the beloved... the distant home buried deep in the heart. Al-Shammarey coming from our big Arab home... IRAQ
                                                                                                        George Bahjory

 

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