PROJECT
Ephemeral Fruit
Mold making slip casted clay, Hanging on fruitless fig tree.
I always gravitated to this tree that brings joy and I always longed for its fruit. It had been a space in between that it connects me to the first time I ate a fig. In Syria when I was a young person.
There is this fig tree in my campus who currently isn’t bearing fruit. It’s a special place, it knows about the person I want to become.
I wanted to communicate a message to current Syria. A message of thanking the space for its offerings and request a blessing from the most high to allow nature and nurture.
The fruit is ephemeral in nature, I want to offer a small gesture or prayer.
An ephemeral fruit of gratitude, strength and love
for the environment that we are blessed to operate in.
A land that we enjoy for the tree that bore the fruit, and the man that grew the fresh first fig.