'The walls have ears', or, don't speak up about politics or freedoms you have a right to as a human being. Freedom of speech is a taboo in Syria. So, I was silent. I've always felt trapped between these'listening walls'and I have even been imprisoned between 4 walls during the revolution in Syria. 

By painting and portraying I observed my fears. My sorrow. My frustrations. Creating art helped me to heal my soul and mind. I am the maker and I am the artwork. And even though the walls have ears, I am silent no more.