We are always in search of perfection—it is human nature. Yet with age, we begin to findin those scattered, unfinished lines—in blurred features—the very essence ofperfection.From the heart of disorder arises an urge to examine and unravel things; and in the attemptto rearrange, we discover our true nature, our essence, and the substance from which weare made.I have grown weary of the noise of life and its constant motion, so I return to that quietplace, tending to my little plant, suddenly aware of how much time has passed. I no longercount the hours; it is time that has carried me and waited for me.There is always a moment when age no longer feels as before—a moment of stillness. Ifind myself paused at this point, unable to find a way out. Am I trapped in this gap, or hasthe world changed around me, and I along with it?Yet my heart insists on holding memories that never truly existed. Are they what keep italive? And is the thrill of life itself not enough life for the heart? Do hearts live on thememories of loved ones, on these loosened braids, and on a lingering nostalgia for dayswhen we never knew how vast the universe was?

About the Artist

Asmaa Samy was born on May 25, 1983.she revives the nineteenth-century impressioniststyle in her body of work by utilizing delicate washes of various hues to evoke a sense ofvisual freedom.

Samy has developed an incredible body of work that resonates with such harmony bypicturing her paintings as striving for their harmony, comparable to a musical score. In 2005, Samy graduated from Helwan University’s Faculty of Fine Arts. Her art has subsequently been included in other group exhibitions and seminars inCairo. Her approach to feeling freeis to combine ladies–the subjects of her paintings–and music!She understands that in the realm of watercolors, all you have to do is build a dialogue between yourself and the movement of water as if you were playing your melodies andswaying softly to draw you into this beautiful world.