The Forgotten Cities
Streets remember what we try to forget. Stone carries the weight of voices long silenced, and every window, every shadowed doorway, is a witness to what once was. Here, brides rise with the drumbeat of vanished rituals. Here, a self-portrait dissolves into celestial script. Here, boats rest and pause, anchored in time, while sanctuaries fade into ash and mist. And in Balad, beauty dances with the beast — heritage strung with lights, fabric, and song. These are not merely places. They are living ruins, trembling with memory. Cities that breathe through cracks, whispering histories into our present. Forgotten, yet never gone.
Docked in time
20 × 30 cm • Acrylic on canvas • 2018
A boat rests upon the shore, its wooden hull worn by tides and years, holding the salt of countless journeys. The sand cradles it like a relic of a place that breathes in memories. I was born by the Red Sea, in Jeddah. A city where the ocean is more than water; it is a pulse beneath the streets. A scent in the wind. A constant in the soul. Here, under the burnished weight of the sun, the boat waits. Not abandoned, not forgotten — simply paused between stories, a silent witness to the ebb of time, like the weathered walls and vanished voices that linger in the forgotten cities of my mind.
The Earth Foundation Day
30 × 40 cm • Oil on canvas • 2023
Two women, veiled in memory and modesty, lean against the curve of a vintage dream. A glimpse of 1970s Saudi — when abayas flowed, cars gleamed, and history bloomed quietly at the edge of change. A moment preserved, where heritage and horizon meet in silence.
Balad Beauty and the Beast
120 × 90 cm • Oil on canvas with gemstones and embroidered fabric • 2025
In Jeddah’s Al-Balad, time folds between memory and myth. Carved roshan windows lean over stone walls, while strings of light ripple like music above. At the edge, waves of fabric rise — violet, restless, alive — a stage where veiled beauty meets the beast of modern rhythm. This is not only architecture. It is a cultural love letter, adorned with gemstones and fabric, rooted in heritage yet daring to dream anew. A tale of contrast: tradition and transformation, stillness and pulse, Balad as both memory and performance — a city forever reimagining itself.
Anchored Pause
20 × 30 cm • Acrylic on canvas • 2020
A boat rests on golden sand, tied yet timeless. The sea waits behind it, vast and blue — but for now, the vessel is still, a pause between journeys, a breath caught between memory and departure.
Ashen Sanctuary
50 × 60 cm • Acrylic on canvas • 2021
Through the bare lattice of winter trees, the chapel emerges like a memory. Its dome is muted, its walls softened by mist — yet it breathes, as if waiting. No congregation gathers, no footsteps disturb the moss, but silence itself has become a hymn. Here, the sacred is not lost, only hidden — a sanctuary woven into the stillness of the forest.
Celestial Self-Portrait
40 × 80 cm • Oil, gold leaf and ink on canvas • 2023
I crowned myself in planets and lit a cigarette with time. My spirals are not ornaments — they are incantations. I am marked in ink, in light, in orbit. This is not a selfie. This is a sigil. A woman caught between prophecy and presence, watching herself become both.
Bride of the Gathering Drum
120 × 90 cm • Oil on canvas • 2022
She does not walk toward the ceremony — she becomes it. Veil shimmering with golden echoes, hand reaching for the drum as if to summon the moon herself. Her silence burns sweet with oud, her presence calls forth the ancient ones, where women once danced not to please — but to remember.