Along with Hope, Grief Resurfaces
Along with Hope, Grief Resurfaces
By Carole Nassif
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▸ Features: Handmade Unique Piece▸ Materials: Canvas
▸ Art technique: Acrylic Painting
▸ Dimensions (cm): 60.0 x 60.0 x 2.25
▸ Net Weight (kg): 10.0
Along with Hope, Grief Resurfaces. Dreams are Shattered. My Beloved Daughters will Flee Lebanon. Our home is Split 4 ways.
August 2021, the way I lived it and the way it changed the rest of my life.
A day like all other busy summer ones that ended in the most horrific and deadly way.
The first blast hit. The whole house shook like a leaf in the autumn winds, and the walls cracked. I jumped to look outside my windows that overlook all of Beirut to see some smoke in the port area. I said to myself it must be another explosion. Next, I heard a rumbling noise, one that brought only fear in my person who had witnessed multiple wars.
Then it happened.
The blow sent me a few steps away from the window. It took me a few seconds to see the deadly cloud over the port and to notice the broken windows, the cracked walls, and the fallen false ceiling. Suddenly, my motherly instinct kicked in. While going down the few steps that separate me from my daughter’s room, - or maybe did I fly there? - I started shouting to her: take cover in the corridor! Stay away from
windows.
Holding my daughter in my arms in the corridor, nothing happened but a deafening silence, leaving us wondering what had just happened. It was only after long minutes that we dared look out the windows again.
Frantic sirens started reaching us. People ventured out seeking answers. Televisions and radios sounded everywhere. Left in the unknown, I reached my phone to call my mother. My calls couldn’t get through.
Finally, I heard from her. She was in shock. But who wasn’t?
The first images overwhelmed the news. They spoke much better than any attempted words. At this point, I didn’t seek any answers. I just needed to know that my family, friends, and loved ones were safe.
All the gods, saints, and prophets were implored and conjured. Please make them all well. Save them I begged. By some miracle, few of them suffered treatable wounds, leaving me thankful yet wondering how miracles favored me this time. Why didn’t they spare the others? Little did I know that the damage done to all of us was greater than any physical one.
About Carole Nassif
Carole Nassif, a seasoned painter with over 25 years of experience, embarked on her artistic journey with a profound desire to channel her emotions onto canvas. Initially inspired by her three daughters and the intricacies of their relationships, Carole's artistic vision expanded to encompass women's experiences, landscapes, and beyond.
As she matured, Carole's art evolved to reflect her perceptions of the world and its impact on her. Beyond traditional canvases, she found inspiration in unconventional mediums such as wood, paper, glass, and even walls, pushing the boundaries of her creativity.
Driven by a passion for sharing her art, Carole actively participates in exhibitions, both solo and collaborative, seeking to engage viewers on a deeper level. For her, the most rewarding aspect of being an artist lies in witnessing the emotional reactions of viewers as they interact with her work. It's not merely about appreciation but about interpretation, understanding, and connection.
Despite the joys of creation, Carole acknowledges the challenges of commissioned work. For her, a painting transcends mere decoration; it should serve as a poignant expression of the buyer's message and emotions, a responsibility she approaches with care and dedication.