Visit Me In My Dreams

In Samah’s words.

I started this painting a while ago but couldn't find the energy or clarity to finish it… until one Saturday.

Early that morning, I got a call from my dad letting me know that my mom's sister had passed away.

My parents hadn't been back to Lebanon in over six years. This trip was meant to reconnect with family and friends… but it turned out to be a final goodbye.

When I spoke to my mom on the phone, she was crying. Through her tears, she said something that hit hard.

“I only saw her twice… and now she's gone. I told her, please visit me in my dreams.”

That's when I understood what this painting was always meant to be.

Though it's full of color and movement, this piece carries the weight of memory and the spirit of someone who lit up every room.

This painting became my way to hold space for grief, and a quiet call to meet again in dreams.

I finished it and named it Visit Me in My Dreams.

Rest in peace. 🤍