An Article F. K. (826 words, 4 min. read) Pack your parasol, your sketchbook, and your most dramatic hat, for we are going on the longest seaside holiday in history. From Botticelli’s Renaissance goddess to Miró’s playful abstraction, the beach has been a canvas for changing styles, shifting palettes, and centuries of pure leisure.…

An Article by C.J. (826 words, 4 min. read) Walk into any museum’s modern art wing and you will find it. Not the painting, but the person. Arms crossed, eyebrows raised, loudly declaring: “I could have done that.” Usually followed by: “This is not art.” And if they are feeling bold: “They…

An Article by C.J. (832 words, 4 min. read) There is something about August in the Lebanese mountains that feels like a return to what matters. The days move at a gentler pace. The air is clear and scented with pine and ripe fruit. In Bhamdoun, just sixteen kilometers from the city, the…

An Article by D. M. (602 words, 3 min. read) There are events that do not pass. They are scars in the body and in the soul. The August 4 explosion was one collective tragedy. It did not simply shatter glass or scatter stone. It lodged itself in the chest, in the back of the throat, in the…

An Article by D. M. (833 words, 4 min. read) To step into Stéphanie Saadé’s exhibition at the Sursock Museum is to walk, quite literally, over memory. The floors of the galleries, once a family home, now carry the reconstructed surfaces of another: the artist’s childhood apartment in Lebanon. “Traversée des états”(Terrazzo Tiles) spreads out beneath your feet, not…

An Article by D.M. (1346. words, 7 min. read) There are exhibitions that showcase art. And then there are exhibitions that ask you to question everything you think you know about how images live, speak, disappear, or endure. Becoming Icon at the Sursock Museum is not a display of icons—it is an inquiry into what it…

An Article by C. N. (1385 words, 7 min. read) We grew up with the sound of shells louder than bedtime stories. Our childhood was split — not in years, but in barricades, gunshots, and the kind of silence that only comes after an explosion. We Lebanese, never needed a history book to understand what war is. We lived it. We…