“I turn over the leaves, the dark green leaves, muted with dust, and turn them over in my hands to feel the texture, hoping for the scent to fill the still air. And when the paved slabs crack and let the white roots shine under the noon sky, I hear the rush of the river that was.”
Extract from Walk 1X, Keshishian 2006
Sculptural installation at Platform 39 as part of Home Works Forum 8, Ashkal Alwan, Beirut, 2019.