When war creates messengers for peace...material becomes an alphabet for expression..fire, ashes, ruins.. an arena for creativity; you'll never miss this artist's name, Hanaa Malallah; one of the birds of paradise who escaped the hell of war 1991 in Iraq.
when you watch him humming through colors...you could only expect a poem!
The blend of love and color...no need for angles in a world where everything goes smooth and warm...
nothing to do with kids' drawings...it's all about childhood inside...
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In Iraq , modern art and poetry have a unique interlacing relation where they always meet and depart. Both are saturated with trends of modernization and both were more than eager to absorb consecutive new coming waves. it might be that plastic art remained a step forward from poetry in sensing the emerging boundaries but the fact is that poetry never failed to follow immediately where both leave their landmarks upon the maps of soul.
In this gallery we seek that both words and colors interact with the audience...precisely: the human deep inside.