A delicate Woman
She wants to be
understood that she does not want to be understood apparently and not actually –
to look at her colors as an art that is failed to be interpreted logically but only as
life is understood through the glimpses of an interpretation smoke, a rendition
layer, a dreamlike art, as a feeling that may not really exist on its own all alone, yet
is felt, absorbed, transferred inward and lived through as the only surrealistic spectrum of colors that
really exist.
Zaki Mubarak
