March 15 - April 5, 2017
JAD EL KHOURY
Road to Black
It all started a generation ago when she held on and in her all the colors.
Colors provoked thoughts you know, how rude of them.
Her fertile green shamed our barren land,
Green no more!
Passionate red woke up our sleeping ghouls,
Off with the red!
Dreamy blue robbed us some precious sleep,
Till we dug an abyss of no color around her, our faces meshed into a wall.
Little they knew she held some in her, colored crystals really.
She peeks through them, searching for the rose, the ocean and the meadow.
The red crystals used the least, scared of waking some ghouls, they kept telling her.
Today we are inviting you to witness the unfolding of this road, which ends in a sneak preview of this abyss.
P.S. It is not a mirror or some special effect, the person in front of you , is YOU.