It's the eternal story of memory. Home. And the sunshine playing in the pine trees of my village. The story of coming
back or being stuck somewhere else in the world remembering the land of Lebanon. Embellishing the truth? Probably. So
how come we all smile to the same images, or khabrieh, or that special perfume of thyme in a hot mankouché? Here are the
colors and the shapes I kept from there, all blended in this series called Lebanese Connection. With great thanks to
the enthusiasm of Leb.org
