Let's build us a happy, little cloud that floats around the sky.
Snow was falling, so much like stars filling the dak trees that one could easily imagine its reason for being was nothing more the prettiness.
When I create an image that helps someone - even just myself - find peace, then I've attained my goal.
The roaring of the wind is my wife and the stars through the window pane are my children.
I think of my peace paintings as one long poem, with each painting being a single stanza.
Thine eyes are springs in whose serene And silent waters heaven is seen. Their lashes are the herbs that look On their young figures in the brook.
I don't like any art form barraged in violence or hurt.
My Lebanon is a flock of birds fluttering in the early morning as shepherds lead their sheep into the meadow & rising in the evening as farmers return from their fields and vineyards.You have your Lebanon and its people. I have my Lebanon and its people.
Let my teaching fall like rain and my words descend like dew, like showers on new grass, like abundant rain on tender plants.
