tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-230058342009-06-10T18:42:49.197-07:00Baghdad Artisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01987987100681256507noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23005834.post-35516722430223102232007-10-03T08:35:00.000-07:002009-02-06T23:46:39.462-08:00Prophecy - a prediction of the future, made under divine inspiration; an inspired message or prediction transmitted orally or in writing.<br /><br />Seeking the future, longing for the past, focusing upon the divine and finding hope from messages we encounter, but often cannot decipher. The Arabic script, with its natural forms and shapes, provides a door between divinity and humanity; translating the spiritual into recognizable messages. Translating the messages, yearning to know the prophecy that affects each of our lives, is a lifelong quest filled with frustration, anticipation and often grace.<br /><br /><br /><br /><strong><em>Vision</em></strong><br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dTYJeej0D9M/R_4TJgvZ52I/AAAAAAAAADY/HIMskJMmst4/s1600-h/Fear.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dTYJeej0D9M/R_4TJgvZ52I/AAAAAAAAADY/HIMskJMmst4/s320/Fear.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187604874905904994" /></a><br /><br /><strong><em>Fear</em></strong><br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dTYJeej0D9M/Rzx3OHwHqZI/AAAAAAAAADA/H-X-VcsNJno/s1600-h/Eternal.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dTYJeej0D9M/Rzx3OHwHqZI/AAAAAAAAADA/H-X-VcsNJno/s320/Eternal.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133108759778273682" /></a><br /><br /><strong><em>Eternal</em></strong><br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dTYJeej0D9M/Rzc1rLBQ7EI/AAAAAAAAACQ/fvdbW6FeDKw/s1600-h/prophecy.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dTYJeej0D9M/Rzc1rLBQ7EI/AAAAAAAAACQ/fvdbW6FeDKw/s320/prophecy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131629316220709954" /></a><br /><br /><strong><em>Prophecy</em></strong><br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dTYJeej0D9M/Rzc21bBQ7FI/AAAAAAAAACY/RxeN_DI14pM/s1600-h/Copy+of+Passageway.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dTYJeej0D9M/Rzc21bBQ7FI/AAAAAAAAACY/RxeN_DI14pM/s320/Copy+of+Passageway.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131630591825996882" /></a><br /><br /><strong><em>Passageways</em></strong><br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dTYJeej0D9M/Rzc3yLBQ7GI/AAAAAAAAACg/G-wozl71lZk/s1600-h/Desert.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dTYJeej0D9M/Rzc3yLBQ7GI/AAAAAAAAACg/G-wozl71lZk/s320/Desert.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131631635503049826" /></a><br /><br /><strong><em>Dessert</em></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23005834-3551672243022310223?l=baghdadartist.blogspot.com'/></div>Baghdad Artisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01987987100681256507noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23005834.post-7206916097014695512007-04-21T06:02:00.000-07:002007-04-22T08:35:52.423-07:00Legends of Baghdad<br /><br />Baghdad, moments in time, mystical, mythical, lost but never forgotten. Captured beauty, confined within, seeking to break from tragedy, to be revealed again.<br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dTYJeej0D9M/Rio63jhezTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7MFrt6-DSc8/s1600-h/Abassid+Door.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dTYJeej0D9M/Rio63jhezTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7MFrt6-DSc8/s320/Abassid+Door.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055918257779690802" /></a><br /><br /><strong><em>Abbassid Door</em></strong><br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dTYJeej0D9M/Rio7zjhezUI/AAAAAAAAAAU/YWvDjtXLsR8/s1600-h/Bonds.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dTYJeej0D9M/Rio7zjhezUI/AAAAAAAAAAU/YWvDjtXLsR8/s320/Bonds.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055919288571841858" /></a><br /><br /><strong><em>Bonds</em></strong><br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dTYJeej0D9M/Rio8MjhezVI/AAAAAAAAAAc/XMlrusH1d3E/s1600-h/Calligraphy+Tablet.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dTYJeej0D9M/Rio8MjhezVI/AAAAAAAAAAc/XMlrusH1d3E/s320/Calligraphy+Tablet.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055919718068571474" /></a><br /><br /><strong><em>Calligraphy Tablet</em></strong><br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dTYJeej0D9M/Rio8ozhezWI/AAAAAAAAAAk/fmNAUs3Pgc8/s1600-h/Calling.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dTYJeej0D9M/Rio8ozhezWI/AAAAAAAAAAk/fmNAUs3Pgc8/s320/Calling.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055920203399875938" /></a><br /><br /><strong><em>Calling</em></strong><br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dTYJeej0D9M/RipFUThezXI/AAAAAAAAAAs/KFJwMg-3_Tc/s1600-h/Flowing,+Journey.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dTYJeej0D9M/RipFUThezXI/AAAAAAAAAAs/KFJwMg-3_Tc/s320/Flowing,+Journey.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055929746817207666" /></a><br /><br /><strong><em>Flowing, Journey</em></strong><br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dTYJeej0D9M/RipHeDhezYI/AAAAAAAAAA0/tOwzohJWmLY/s1600-h/Moments.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dTYJeej0D9M/RipHeDhezYI/AAAAAAAAAA0/tOwzohJWmLY/s320/Moments.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055932113344187778" /></a><br /><br /><strong><em>Moments</em></strong><br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dTYJeej0D9M/Rit7ADhezaI/AAAAAAAAABE/wd92U_zFgTg/s1600-h/Moments,+Past.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dTYJeej0D9M/Rit7ADhezaI/AAAAAAAAABE/wd92U_zFgTg/s320/Moments,+Past.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056270247529467298" /></a><br /><br /><strong><em>Moments, Past</em></strong><br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dTYJeej0D9M/Rit7jThezbI/AAAAAAAAABM/qOfD0gt_JkQ/s1600-h/Mystical.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dTYJeej0D9M/Rit7jThezbI/AAAAAAAAABM/qOfD0gt_JkQ/s320/Mystical.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056270853119856050" /></a><br /><br /><strong><em>Mystical</em></strong><br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dTYJeej0D9M/Rit9GzhezdI/AAAAAAAAABc/Xu3nBn6CLVo/s1600-h/Night+over+the+River.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dTYJeej0D9M/Rit9GzhezdI/AAAAAAAAABc/Xu3nBn6CLVo/s320/Night+over+the+River.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056272562516839890" /></a><br /><br /><strong><em>Night Over the River</em></strong><br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dTYJeej0D9M/Rit9tjhezeI/AAAAAAAAABk/2fHYCH4kuiU/s1600-h/Reflections.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dTYJeej0D9M/Rit9tjhezeI/AAAAAAAAABk/2fHYCH4kuiU/s320/Reflections.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056273228236770786" /></a><br /><br /><strong><em>Reflections</em></strong><br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dTYJeej0D9M/Rit-bDhezfI/AAAAAAAAABs/vXUDg_y8KyU/s1600-h/Resilience.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dTYJeej0D9M/Rit-bDhezfI/AAAAAAAAABs/vXUDg_y8KyU/s320/Resilience.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056274009920818674" /></a><br /><br /><strong><em>Resilience</em></strong><br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dTYJeej0D9M/Rit_QDhezgI/AAAAAAAAAB0/_rfrpclkRBo/s1600-h/Spirit+of+a+Legend.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dTYJeej0D9M/Rit_QDhezgI/AAAAAAAAAB0/_rfrpclkRBo/s320/Spirit+of+a+Legend.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056274920453885442" /></a><br /><br /><strong><em>Spirit of a Legend</em></strong><br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dTYJeej0D9M/Rit_8DhezhI/AAAAAAAAAB8/J2395F4A5Po/s1600-h/Transormations.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dTYJeej0D9M/Rit_8DhezhI/AAAAAAAAAB8/J2395F4A5Po/s320/Transormations.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056275676368129554" /></a><br /><br /><strong><em>Transformations</em></strong><br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dTYJeej0D9M/RiuAiDheziI/AAAAAAAAACE/l76YNGWj2Mw/s1600-h/Harmony.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dTYJeej0D9M/RiuAiDheziI/AAAAAAAAACE/l76YNGWj2Mw/s320/Harmony.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056276329203158562" /></a><br /><br /><strong><em>Harmony</em></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23005834-720691609701469551?l=baghdadartist.blogspot.com'/></div>Baghdad Artisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01987987100681256507noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23005834.post-1164717700783475352006-11-28T04:32:00.000-08:002007-04-11T21:47:54.426-07:00Istanbul - the city straddling two continents, tenuously holding a place as a bridge between East and West. Dripping with history, the buildings display the drastic contrast between the new world and the old, gripping unto the past and hoping for a future. Similar ancient spirits exist here as in Baghdad, but they are contrasted by a hyper mega city undergoing modern reclamation and bustling with untold possibilities. From the past to the present, Istanbul is static, yet dynamic, suspended with tension.<br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2972/2350/1600/212160/Song%20of%20the%20Tigris.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2972/2350/320/329019/Song%20of%20the%20Tigris.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br /><strong><em>Song of the Tigris</em></strong><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2972/2350/1600/622841/Ishtaria.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2972/2350/320/617523/Ishtaria.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br /><strong><em>Ishtaria</em></strong><br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2972/2350/1600/339340/Gates%20of%20Beyoglu.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2972/2350/320/979418/Gates%20of%20Beyoglu.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br /><strong><em>Gates of Beyoglu</em></strong><br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2972/2350/1600/216317/1.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2972/2350/320/913061/1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br /><strong><em>Hagia Sophia</em></strong><br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2972/2350/1600/318136/2.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2972/2350/320/972519/2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br /><strong><em>Legends</em></strong><br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2972/2350/1600/860044/3.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2972/2350/320/284860/3.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br /><strong><em>Tugra</em></strong><br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2972/2350/1600/New%20works%20001.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2972/2350/320/New%20works%20001.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br /><strong><em>Recitation</em></strong><br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2972/2350/1600/New%20works%20002.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2972/2350/320/New%20works%20002.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br /><strong><em>Spiritual</em></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23005834-116471770078347535?l=baghdadartist.blogspot.com'/></div>Baghdad Artisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01987987100681256507noreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23005834.post-1153832925852182082006-07-25T06:04:00.001-07:002007-04-09T06:28:27.026-07:00Mesopotamia - The ancient land between two rivers, the Tigris and the Euphrates, where Iraq was born. Taking its soul and spirit from the foundations of history, the beginnings of culture and establishment of civilization. Within the soil, ruins of antiquity continue to breath, seeking life and remembrance of a time past but never to be lost.<br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2972/2350/1600/Arabian%20Women.jpg.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2972/2350/320/Arabian%20Women.jpg.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br /><strong><em>Arabian Women</em></strong><br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2972/2350/1600/Call%20to%20Prayer.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2972/2350/320/Call%20to%20Prayer.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br /><strong><em>Call to Prayer</em></strong><br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2972/2350/1600/Ancient%20Horizons.1.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2972/2350/320/Ancient%20Horizons.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br /><strong><em>Ancient Horizons</em></strong><br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2972/2350/1600/The%20Womb.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2972/2350/320/The%20Womb.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br /><strong><em>The Womb</em></strong><br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2972/2350/1600/The%20Golden%20March.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2972/2350/320/The%20Golden%20March.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br /><strong><em>The Golden March</em></strong><br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2972/2350/1600/Passages.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2972/2350/320/Passages.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br /><strong><em>Passages</em></strong><br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2972/2350/1600/Ishtar.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2972/2350/320/Ishtar.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br /><strong><em>Ishtar</em></strong><br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2972/2350/1600/Old%20Babylon.0.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2972/2350/320/Old%20Babylon.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br /><strong><em>Old Babylon</em></strong><br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2972/2350/1600/Wall%20of%20Nimrud.1.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2972/2350/320/Wall%20of%20Nimrud.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br /><strong><em>Wall of Nimrud</em></strong><br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2972/2350/1600/Strings%20of%20Life.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2972/2350/320/Strings%20of%20Life.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br /><strong><em>Strings of Life</em></strong><br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2972/2350/1600/Wave%20of%20Light.0.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2972/2350/320/Wave%20of%20Light.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br /><strong><em>Wave of Light</em></strong><br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2972/2350/1600/u%20choose.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2972/2350/320/u%20choose.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br /><strong><em>City of Lagash</em></strong><br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2972/2350/1600/princes%20jewlery.1.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2972/2350/320/princes%20jewlery.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br /><strong><em>Princess of Ur</em></strong><br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2972/2350/1600/tablet1.2.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2972/2350/320/tablet1.2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br /><strong><em>Tablets</em></strong><br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2972/2350/1600/tablet2.2.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2972/2350/320/tablet2.2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2972/2350/1600/Given%20by%20God.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2972/2350/320/Given%20by%20God.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br /><strong><em>Given by God</em></strong><br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2972/2350/1600/Innana.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2972/2350/320/Innana.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br /><strong><em>Innana</em></strong><br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2972/2350/1600/Amaranthine%20City.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2972/2350/320/Amaranthine%20City.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br /><strong><em>Amaranthine City</em></strong><br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2972/2350/1600/Returning.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2972/2350/320/Returning.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br /><strong><em>Returning</em></strong><br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2972/2350/1600/DoorsNew.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2972/2350/320/DoorsNew.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br /><strong><em>Doors of Patience</em></strong><br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2972/2350/1600/Zubayda.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2972/2350/320/Zubayda.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br /><strong><em>Zubayda</em></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23005834-115383292585218208?l=baghdadartist.blogspot.com'/></div>Baghdad Artisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01987987100681256507noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23005834.post-1140978325848730652006-02-26T10:09:00.000-08:002006-11-19T20:51:25.720-08:00Abstract and images - placing emotions and representations, one of inward views and the other from perspective, into color within context and shapes. Describing passion through hues, showing love and simplicity, hatred and complexity all within the canvas. Lines of sharp edges depicting contrast found in life to blended clouds displaying the mixture of existence. Expressive and vibrant, yet confronted by painful moments, the delicate balance within Iraq, breathing then calamity, captured momentarily. Seeking moments of normality, mixed and jaded by reality, repressing a jaundiced view. And, similar to abstraction, the possibilities endless.<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2972/2350/1600/CompositionII.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2972/2350/320/CompositionII.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br /><strong><em>Composition II</em></strong><br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2972/2350/1600/BurningImpulse.0.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2972/2350/320/BurningImpulse.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br /><strong><em>Burning Impulse</em></strong><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2972/2350/1600/Dichotomy.0.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2972/2350/320/Dichotomy.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br /><strong><em>Dichotomy</em></strong><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2972/2350/1600/PhilosophyoftheCode.0.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2972/2350/320/PhilosophyoftheCode.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br /><strong><em>Philosophy of the Code</em></strong><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2972/2350/1600/Rumination.3.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2972/2350/320/Rumination.3.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br /><br /><strong><em>Rumination</em></strong><br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2972/2350/1600/WordsofBeauty.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2972/2350/320/WordsofBeauty.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br /><strong><em>Words of Beauty</em></strong><br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2972/2350/1600/poetic.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2972/2350/320/poetic.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br /><strong><em>Poetic</em></strong><br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2972/2350/1600/Signs.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2972/2350/320/Signs.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br /><strong><em>Signs</em></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23005834-114097832584873065?l=baghdadartist.blogspot.com'/></div>Baghdad Artisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01987987100681256507noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23005834.post-1140891081860975862006-02-25T10:07:00.000-08:002006-10-11T02:09:17.703-07:00Horses - the indomitable beasts from ancient times, carrying legends on their backs, bringing revolutions with their gallop. All the while, poised, elegant, strong with an effusive personality. Free, as they run through time and space, never looking back, one with history. Ever so attractive, horses embody the divinely inspired surrounding all of humanity.<br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2972/2350/1600/Fertility.jpg.1.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2972/2350/320/Fertility.jpg.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Fertility</span></em></strong><br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2972/2350/1600/Horse.0.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2972/2350/320/Horse.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Sands of Passion</span></em></strong><br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2972/2350/1600/Pendulum%20of%20Desires.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2972/2350/320/Pendulum%20of%20Desires.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Pendulum of Desires</span></em></strong><br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2972/2350/1600/Indomitable.1.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2972/2350/320/Indomitable.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Indomitable</span></em></strong><br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2972/2350/1600/Horses1.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2972/2350/320/Horses1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Dancing Tale</span></em></strong><br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2972/2350/1600/Pugnacious.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2972/2350/320/Pugnacious.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Pugnacious</span></em></strong><br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2972/2350/1600/Wild%2CFree.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2972/2350/320/Wild%2CFree.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Wild, Free</span></em></strong><br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2972/2350/1600/SpiritingOne.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2972/2350/320/SpiritingOne.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Spiriting One</span></em></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23005834-114089108186097586?l=baghdadartist.blogspot.com'/></div>Baghdad Artisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01987987100681256507noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23005834.post-1140878236325597712006-02-25T06:33:00.000-08:002007-03-11T15:01:47.260-07:00Women are constantly challenged in this new Iraq. Awaiting their moment of peace, struggling to raise children while nurturing a family, maintaining a pulse within a war torn country, all of this and more strains the essence of feminity, quells the aspirations for civil rights and leaves hope suspended. And in this land, life continues against the greatest of odds. Simply, these paintings delicately touch the image of women within a frontier of unknown limits and unknown ends.<br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2972/2350/1600/FortuneTeller.0.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2972/2350/320/FortuneTeller.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Fortune Teller</span></em></strong><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2972/2350/1600/Nostalgia.0.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2972/2350/320/Nostalgia.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Nostalgia</span></em></strong><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2972/2350/1600/One.2.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2972/2350/320/One.2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">One</span></em></strong><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2972/2350/1600/WomanInTime.1.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2972/2350/320/WomanInTime.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Woman In Time</span></em></strong><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2972/2350/1600/LadyofEndurance.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2972/2350/320/LadyofEndurance.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Lady of Endurance</span></em></strong><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2972/2350/1600/BathedinMoonlight.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2972/2350/320/BathedinMoonlight.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Bathed In Moonlight</span></em></strong><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2972/2350/1600/AsTheyAwait.1.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2972/2350/320/AsTheyAwait.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">As They Await</span></em></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23005834-114087823632559771?l=baghdadartist.blogspot.com'/></div>Baghdad Artisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01987987100681256507noreply@blogger.com9