“Only then, he realized that with love he could survive, and that for a certain purpose he would toil.”

For those whom my love can not immune from death, are dedicated these paintings, in the hope they may express in drawing the reality of a resonant mind.

We don’t usually see light traveling in darkness of space because we only can see its reflection on substance.

Life is the journey between darkness of the womb and darkness of the grave.

Darkness is where we begin and where we end.

It is the first cry after birth

Events of early Monday July 14, 1958 [Coup in Iraq] had convinced me that hate is the most destructive force in our life.

I have to display what I have seen to people.

I discovered that the most dangerous mask is the one worn by intelligent people because they are clever at their disguise.

Cursed in earth and subdued by death, man found himself beset by time, and his instincts put to the test.

Early on in my life I comprehended that death is the most tragic event in our life.

Since then [1958 Coup in Iraq], reality started to take another form in my mind. Hence, I was aware of deception of our senses.

Everyday hundreds of people came to the hospital… dying, and I have to introduce life into them again… my duty was to compete with death.

The truth is far beyond what we can see. Therefore my art is an invitation to comprehend this fact.

As a painter, I realized that what we see is just manifestation of unseen power.

Art should stimulate.

I think we need a huge dose of love.