The artistic work carries its softness and in the range of its findings its fortune exits.

The soil of our homeland, Iraq, is soft and pure like a newborn once he storms into life.

This soil, always like an infant, renewed itself in the midst of turbulent events, washed down by the two rivers and their tributaries, and remained along its distant history the essence of life.

Is it hard to erase all the toxins that infected our soil and our bodies at restless times during a barbaric dictatorship; the same dictatorship that robbed the virtue from many of our people and the purity of our environment, by scattering generously its poisons, similar to what the allies´ weapons (smart and uranium-enriched) have done in two consecutive wars?

We aspire to reclaim our dreams and see a democratic Iraq, prosperous with its human and natural resource, not gnawed upon by the interests of global imperialism, not by narrow partisanship and not by the surrounding forces of darkness.

We are weary of obscurity and we seek, through our works the light and the clarity.

We seek Iraq the living memory, the memory of the first written records, the memory of the clay and waters and tolerance and intimacy. We are not seeking or calling for a miracle in our search, our works and our dreams.

There are endless visions guiding us and wide fields of creative expression are open to us