In 2006 I decided that I would study at the School of Fine Arts in Damascus and spend most of my time there, devoting myself to the study of art. I had a great deal of determination and desire, the wish to learn the techniques of engraving and printing. I learned almost all of them: lithography, screen printing, etching and woodcut. I worked intensively, every day. I was obsessed with woodcut and with colour printing, which takes several passes and a certain technical skill. I found my own tools; I used metal instruments like the ones a dentist uses, which helped me engrave metal and make large-format works. By building up the layers, I achieved results close to oil painting.
The people of Damascus. In my work I tried to capture another face of the city, a face perhaps less accessible, hidden behind the magic. Something troubled its beauty, its purity. I felt it through its inhabitants: a weariness showed in their faces, like a silence; these words came to me as I watched them. I watched them on the bus and in the streets. In the markets, the souks, I found texture and history. In the faces of these people I felt the traces of the past and the promises of the future, and they became so many characters.