Echos of the First Breath
Before language, there was wind. Before memory, there was water. Before story, there was the silent breath of the earth. This series is born of that primal echo — horses gilded in dust, lions who see differently, owls that hold the weight of remembrance. The sea speaks in silver, waves shatter into flame, and even Jeddah’s horizon becomes a breath carried on foam. Each canvas is not only a painting, but an invocation of the first forces: storm, dust, silence, tide, and eye. Here, nature does not exist to be admired — it exists to remind us we are part of its pulse, its memory, its endless beginning.
The Gilded Steed
40 × 30 cm • Oil on canvas • 2023
Adorned in gold, the steed bows his head in quiet majesty. Jewels and patterns crown him, but it is his eye — deep, steady, knowing — that reigns. A portrait not of possession, but of presence: strength softened into stillness, power remembered as grace.
Breathes of Jeddah’s Sea
90 × 60 cm • Oil on canvas • 2017
The sea rises in flame and foam — Jeddah’s horizon burning gold as waves scatter into light. This was not imagined, but lived: a shoreline moment etched into memory. Even after the canvas was torn, the sea continues to breathe — because in Jeddah, the water is never silent.
Velvet Storm
90 × 60 cm • Oil on canvas • 2023
Thunder doesn’t always crash — sometimes, it arrives with silk skin and burning eyes. This horse wasn’t born to gallop. It was summoned. A storm wrapped in velvet, steady as prophecy. Reference image adapted from publicly available web sources. This work is a reinterpretation in oil.
Spirit of Gold Dust
60 × 90 cm • Oil and metallic copper on canvas • 2023
It doesn’t gallop, doesn’t rise — it floats. A spirit in equine form, traced in copper breath and quiet flame. It came to me soft, like memory does when it’s finally safe to feel. Reference image adapted from publicly available web sources. This work is a reinterpretation in oil.
The Black Reins
60 × 90 cm • Oil and gold leaf on canvas • 2023
A horse gleams under gold, sculpted from shadow and silence. This is not just strength — it is control worn like silk. The reins aren’t command. They’re communion. Between wildness and will, I found my balance.
Golden Quietude
50 × 60 cm • Oil on canvas • 2024
A quiet kind of power. Draped in the motifs of a homeland, this horse does not gallop — it stands. The gold is not just ornament. It’s memory. And in the hush between breaths, something ancient looks back. Reference image adapted from publicly available web sources. This work is a reinterpretation in oil.
When It Was Too Much
90 × 60 cm • Oil on canvas • 2018
Some clouds hold more than rain. Painted in silence, in the breath after collapse, this storm rose not from the sky — but from a place much closer. It never screamed. It simply stood, and let the lightning answer.
Speaks in Silver
120 × 90 cm • Oil on canvas • 2023
She says nothing. But the sea listens. This painting is not of night, but of attention. How softly power travels — when it knows it doesn’t need to ask.
The Sea That Knew My Name
30 × 40 cm • Oil on canvas • 2016
This was the first time I spoke in oil — and the sea answered back. Not with fury, but with memory.
The Owl Who Remembers
40 × 50 cm • Oil on canvas • 2016
It sees in stillness. Not just the now, but the before. Every whisper of a falling leaf, every breath you thought went unnoticed. She remembers.
Lion Who Sees Differently
40 × 50 cm • Oil on canvas • 2016
Not all kings roar. Some rule through silence — through the eye that stays open, and the one that never had to. Inspired by the image of a legendary lion, this painting captures not ferocity, but presence — the kind that watches rather than charges. A portrait of power made still.