Nitrate, 2020, acrylic on canvas, 152x170cm.

"We offered you nitrate instead of a Rose, oh Beirut"
In a catastrophe of biblical proportions, the city of corruption and decadence fell to ruin in a matter of seconds on a muggy August day. The Tower of Babylon imploded as the Arc of Noah pierced its innards and released the nitrate it had consumed for decades ... a blast, a massacre, an orgy, collective suicide? Beirut is a mass grave and has always been since its genesis.  
For Beirut to rise again, it is imperative that we question our own actions. After all, it is us who have let the criminal political elite not only walk above the mass grave, but dance upon it. Beirut needs not a Rose.

Beirut Blast - Investigation. Acrylic on Canvas 204cm225cm

"And we turned you into a mass grave for every truth... Oh Beirut"

Seven months after the blast of Beirut’s Harbour and the truth about those behind it is still deeply buried in the infernal underbelly of the city.  Politicians bury the truth deeper in the inferno of investigations and citizens fail to dig it out to the surface. The accountability of those behind assassinating the citizen seems to linger in the purgatory of the country of Cedars. Nor hell, neither heaven, only hibernation. Where is the Phoenix, where is the Citizen, where is the Revolution? Oh Beirut… Oh Pitiful Truth?

Beirut; a city impregnated by chaos. Acrylic on canvas. 240cmx160cm