A Young Yemeni Artist’s Dream

Wars are not only made of statistic, pain, horror, bone chilling stories.
There are dreams behind anyone trapped under the bombs, blocked in a siege, going hungry to bed, who has been maimed and those who have lost everything.
There are plans and expectations, passions, hopes.
In this regard, I received a message from a Yemeni friend and I share it hoping we can assist young Louay and, who knows, others like him.
The message read:

”Do you know anyone interested in drawing .. I want to find supporters for someone I know.
His name is Louay Nabil al Farazi. He is just seventeen, lives in Sanaa and comes from a modest family of six.
Louay started drawing when he was only 5.
You know the war in Yemen, the situation… so far no one has helped him.

Louay, young Yemeni artist, 17

Louay has a dream: to complete his studies and access to the international drawing field. Maybe join an institution for Arts outside Yemen. As Louay says: I would like to deliver my work to the biggest number of art lovers. Maybe find work in simple animations.  
What he needs is… cost-saving: the drawing material. Can anyone help him?

Sending material to Yemen, considering the two-year old siege imposed on the country might be hard but perhaps someone inside of Yemen has a stock of drawing material he would like to donate. Or maybe someone abroad can find Louay a way to join a school, exhibit his work or be part of a project featuring young artists. Possibilities are endless.

The page of Living in Yemen on the Edge in Facebook will be diverting any message received to Louay’s friend.
There are dreams behind those trapped in any war: they deserve to become reality.
In the meantime, you may see some of his work here (cover image also by Louay Nabil al Farazi):

by Yemeni artist Louay Nabil al Farazi



by Yemeni artist Louay Nabil al Farazi


by Yemeni artist Louay Nabil al Farazi

Eidomeni: expired rubber bullets on children

Clashes continue in Eidomeni while Ms Mogherini and the European Parliament relegate the asylum seekers stuck between Greece and Macedonia border as a non-problem, a problem in the solving, Turkey´s next destination. And Erdogan cashes in.

What is utterly upsetting, disturbing, in this infernal scenario is that Macedonian Police have taken the habit to shoot tear gas and rubber bullets at close range, eye level (or lower, child´s level) and that the bullets are out of date. Expired in 1996. Twenty  years old.

Manufacturers of rubber bullets are obliged to put an expiry date as the coating on the bullet – which can be of metal or wood – hardens  with time and the projectile becomes fatal.

We use out of date weaponry on people with no legal status, 20 years old rubber bullets on children.
License to kill. Refugees. Mothers, children, people running from wars and desperation.
Proud, anyone?

Yemen still life. And life, still

Just before the war, with bombs here and there, a coup d’état, the taking of the Presidential Palace in Sana’a, and that sense of instability, those big questions which were even too big to pronounce, the frustration of not being able to express how uncomfortable we were feeling, with the ears always paying attention to strange sounds (was it a bomb?, a kalashnikov?, why the sirens? have you heard it?), just before the war on Yemen, we were asking people to see Yemen through our eyes.
Whispering ‘We are here’
‘We have normal lives’
‘We will manage this’
‘Leave it to Yemenis, they always find a solution’

Yemen’s life, still.
Yemen still life and life still