"The image of the globe thistle (native to Lebanon) harks back to my early paintings before language entered and gradually erased the image. It found its way into my 
work again over this past year as it has once or twice before in times of stru#le and turmoil. Here, the thistles, indigenous markers of place, concealing, disrupting and replacing language, become netlike in their interlacement. They conjure barriers or boundaries across the block-like grid structure. The sentences spanning the surface of the piece felt like a way to expand the space into a bi#er story, the story of a life, of so many lives. The letters themselves push out to meet and wrestle with the sharp spikes of the strange flowers, for me symbols of a fragile tenacity." (Annabel Daou) 
 
 
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The seas you crossed  
The secrets you kept  
The silence you broke  
The spells you cast  
The cuts you healed  
The excuses you made  
The time you spent  
The tears you shed  
The solace you found  
The words you wrote  
The pages you turned