i live each day as an outsider. i am an undefined person migrating between cultures; a global hybrid. an arab in new york, a shy girl in mighty africa, a loud woman in lebanon.... yet, in my world of pink, i am queen of my casbah.

pink is a specific state of mind. it cannot be anything else but pink. pink is a broken red. pink is cheap and quick; it is sublime hysteria. it is a super value combo meal.

i used to be red, then something happened. i died. when i died, i started doing all sorts of silly things, like falling in love with a sniper. i can't be sugar, because pink is violent. i can't be violet or purple, because pink is ridicule and disaster. and i most definitely cannot be mint green because i don't even know what that color looks like.

my work is centered on my experiences living in lebanon, nigeria and the united states. it is a direct reflection of the visual language of my present time and place. i find it easy to shift between painting, sculpture and installation; the medium carries the story… the installations and sculptures come together to tell stories of childhood, religion, love, war and family, using materials of everyday life… the acrylic and mixed media paintings document memories and people (of whom some are myths) in my life.

my artwork embraces my displacement, anxiety, fears, and cultural con(fusion). and on a secondary level, there is always critique and a question: “is there life after pink?”