This autumn, I will unveil a private showcase in one of its most prestigious halls.
My collection is not painted — it is unearthed, carved out by the desert wind and the cliffs of Tuwaiq.
Arabian stallions walk beside me — proud, untamed, born from legend.
One of them, blind and once abandoned, now lives as a quiet emblem of trust — a soul I paint with.
This land, now my home, does not raise its voice.
It whispers.
And I listen — with oil, with canvas, with heart.