Fadi Morad
(1977)


"Reality scares the hell out of me—or more accurately, the inability to shift my perception of what is considered real. Our understanding of shapes, colors, and objects is dictated by the limitations of our eyes—our natural lens. But what happens when we challenge those limitations? Animals and insects see the same objects entirely differently, and this divergence has always intrigued me. My work is driven by a deep-rooted escapism, a need to question what my eyes recognize as real. For me, this process is not just artistic; it is deeply personal, a therapeutic journey and a survival mechanism."

Born in Beirut during the tumult of a "civil" war, my early years were shaped by chaos. I lived through 12 years of conflict, with its deafening sounds, unpredictable rhythms, and stark contrasts. War has a way of forcing you to adapt, to make sense of disorder, and to find fragments of beauty in destruction. That imprint of chaos—the cracks, the textures, the rawness—has become a recurring theme in my art. My process often reflects a dialogue between fragmentation and wholeness, destruction and reconstruction.