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| Art work by Eugene Cavill |
Ixsir, one in every of our native wineries which fortunately escaped the appellation of “chateau” together with the boring earth tones related to it, has collaborated with artist Eugene Cavill on a brand new bottle. As is the custom currently, it must be achieved inside the shadow of the August 4th 2020 explosion, fortunately Cavill finds a brand new unexplored angle which isn’t simply “some story of resilience” however really delves into the story of Noha and Semaan. A really lovely story as a matter of reality which he tells in tender and really emphatic phrases. Simply because the story is so effectively informed, I’m merely copy-pasting it so that you can get pleasure from.
In fact all that is achieved as a bottle which you’ll really buy from (very restricted and choose) shops. However the effort achieved is really definitely worth the whereas what’s with Cavill’s visible sensitivity.
NOHA: the love letter.
Underneath one’s pillow, in an historical, likely inherited rusty casket, maybe behind a pile of forgotten previous garments or perhaps in a timeworn shoe field, lies Hope. Reminiscences and souvenirs sleep.
In Noha’s case, it was the shoe field, that bygone field she had all the time stored.
She spent her life in a one bed room flat in Gemmayze.
The civil struggle took Semaan, her husband, away. And so she stored all what reminds her of him in that shoe field. The love letters he wrote, the photographs he took and the postcards he despatched. Some music tapes and even just a few petals of his favourite flower, the sunflower, the one in search of the solar. At all times. That chest enclosed the reminiscences of the attractive previous, the enjoyment she had lived and the bliss of being in love and likewise liked in return.
Till that one sizzling afternoon, that devastatingly insane explosion. The one which worn out not solely the town of Beirut, but additionally Noha’s actuality. The blast, the Beirut port’s blast.
Shedding her home, furnishings, belongings and jewellery was not what overwhelmed her probably the most. It was the field! She had misplaced the field.
She felt Semaan was then killed once more, for the tangible souvenirs he had left have been all gone now. Her sole connection to him was destroyed. And this time, completely nothing might maintain again the fad in her eyes or reduce the ache in her coronary heart.
Hope died. And so did Noha, a 12 months and a half after the tragedy.
This art work is devoted to Noha, to her reminiscence, and above all to her valuable shoe field.
NOHA: the love letter.
Underneath one’s pillow, in an historical, likely inherited rusty casket, maybe behind a pile of forgotten previous garments or perhaps in a timeworn shoe field, lies Hope. Reminiscences and souvenirs sleep.
In Noha’s case, it was the shoe field, that bygone field she had all the time stored.
She spent her life in a one bed room flat in Gemmayze.
The civil struggle took Semaan, her husband, away. And so she stored all what reminds her of him in that shoe field. The love letters he wrote, the photographs he took and the postcards he despatched. Some music tapes and even just a few petals of his favourite flower, the sunflower, the one in search of the solar. At all times. That chest enclosed the reminiscences of the attractive previous, the enjoyment she had lived and the bliss of being in love and likewise liked in return.
Till that one sizzling afternoon, that devastatingly insane explosion. The one which worn out not solely the town of Beirut, but additionally Noha’s actuality. The blast, the Beirut port’s blast.
Shedding her home, furnishings, belongings and jewellery was not what overwhelmed her probably the most. It was the field! She had misplaced the field.
She felt Semaan was then killed once more, for the tangible souvenirs he had left have been all gone now. Her sole connection to him was destroyed. And this time, completely nothing might maintain again the fad in her eyes or reduce the ache in her coronary heart.
Hope died. And so did Noha, a 12 months and a half after the tragedy.
This art work is devoted to Noha, to her reminiscence, and above all to her valuable shoe field.
