DAVID ART

"BIRDS ARE COMING"
هالجملة خطرت ببالي من سنين وضلت عالقة حتى صار الها معنى.
هو مشروع مكون من 13 لوحة، الهن نفس الروح لكن ممكن كل لوحة تحمل معنى مختلف. هالمشروع ذكرته كتير وأجلت فيه كتير لكن وأخيراً ، صار شبه جاهز. قريباً جداً رح شاركن باقي التفاصيل من طريقة العرض والوقت والمكان حتى تشاركوني هالتجربة.

اللوحة فيها تفاصيل حلوة صغيرة (خاصة السلايد الخامس) حبيت ضوي عليها واشرحها⬆️
أول ما بلشت انشر رسمي كنت حاول اشرح معناه بالنسبة إلي لعل وعسى ممكن خلي المشاهد يشوف اللوحة من منظور تاني، بس لسبب ما بطلت. لما شفت أسلوب الحلو بالشرح، رجعت تشجعت وحبيت شارككن كأن كنتوا معنا بالمعرض فخبروني إذا عجبكن هاد النمط

"HIS NAME WAS ELIOR"
They say ELIOR should have fallen long ago.
That its body was built for force, not for holding.
Yet it still rises.
The darkness around it is heavy.
Not empty — heavy.
It presses against bone and wing,
asking how much can be carried before something gives.
ELIOR moves carefully.
Not out of fear,
but because too much force would break what remains.
Light slips from its body in thin cracks,
as if the strength inside has nowhere else to go.
Those who see it understand this much:
what stands the longest often breaks the deepest.

"HIS NAME WAS ELIOR"

They say ELIOR should have fallen long ago.
That its body was built for force, not for holding.
Yet it still rises.
The darkness around it is heavy.
Not empty , heavy.
It presses against bone and wing,
asking how much can be carried before something gives.
ELIOR moves carefully.
Not out of fear,
but because too much force would break what remains.
Light slips from its body in thin cracks,
as if the strength inside has nowhere else to go.
Those who see it understand this much:
what stands the longest often breaks the deepest.

Wings remember the fall more than the flight