I was learning Arabic calligraphy and discovered things I never knew: how Leonardo da Vinci made such a divine fluid, how Boticcieli played such sweet music in his painting, and why we feel so much power in front of Turner’s painting and last but not least, why do we feel so soft and tender in front of Gustav Klimt.

I wanted to know why Arabic ornaments are so mystical and why I hear some paintings sing. But most of all, I wanted to paint, like playing a song or reciting a poem. I was searching for a filling.

There is Rumi’s poem, where everything is told in the best way to describe my intentions.

O Friend, You made me lovingly
You clothed me in a robe of skin and blood
then planted deep inside me
a seed from Your heart.
You turned the whole world
into a sanctuary where
You are the only One.