Love, written as a dance.

At nineteen, I could not move. A serious back injury held me still, and in that stillness a single need took shape: to make movement, since I could not live it.

I was born in Tripoli in 1989 and live between France and Lebanon. I trained first in computer science, then in video game design in Paris. But my real language came from that immobility. I began to draw, then to paint, then to perform, reaching for the gesture my body had been denied. With meditation, the gesture found its breath, and my Arabic calligraphy loosened from script into something closer to dance, each line a movement held on the surface.

I write, over and over, a single word: love. Abstracted until it can no longer be read, only felt, it becomes a form anyone can enter, on canvas, in light, in the air of a live performance. What began as one body learning to move again has become an invitation: to turn, and to keep turning, toward the light.