The artist Khairat Al-saleh is a ceramist,
glassmaker, printmaker and painter, whose art while reflecting her oriental Arab
origins is also a celebration and fusion of West and East, past and present,
history and geography. This web site showcases some of
her original etchings (prints), glass castings, paintings and ceramics.
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note that some of the artist's works are on display at Ayagallery
A short biography and a list of exhibitions are provided (see navigation
This website displays
some handmade ceramics (bowls and plates), handcrafted etchings and other works
of art. If you are interested in buying a work of art , please use our email
address to contact us.
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Where did we dance the dance of dances?
Where did I dance
wrapped in a cloud of star dust,††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††
The sun on my right,
the moon on my left,
visions of forms perfected,††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††
Mars yielding the toned clamour of the clash of swords,
omniscience, Saturn omnipotence?
Where did I dance measuredly revolving with the revolving spheres,††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††
My eyes two galaxies,
my hair threading the Milky Way†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††
With Venus a crown and
the Pleiades a circlet adorning the brow?
Where did I dance seeking the sphere of spheres
Within without, all embracing, all-encompassing,
The fountainhead, the
matrix, the essence of all music?
And yet I danced, I danced with my right hand caressing the stars
My left hand touching
to the earth, feeling the powerful tree trunks,††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††
Harvesting the myriad hews of flowers?
Tell me in what lost
garden did I fall into step
With the majestic foot-falls of the cosmic dancers
vibrantly upon the floors of the universe,
Unseen, yet ten thousand times seen, unheard, yet eternally heard,
penetrating the marrow, reddening the blood, stringing the sinews††
Where did I dance, my beloved rising to meet me
shafts of cascading light,
Amidst the whirlpools of the cosmic wilds
And waste upon waste
of star-studded universal meadows,
With meteorites and asteroids sliding off his hands
As his fingers plucked
his strings, then paused to pluck them again.
In which lost kingdom, in which hidden
Irrevocably lost because irretrievable
Yet only retrieved
beyond this time this life this our city of the world.
I know that in the spring of the year
I shall rise in the sap
I know that in the small reds of the anemones
I shall sink into the rising sun.
see also verbal Contributions on the navigation bar.
In this section we shall announce forthcoming exhibitions of the
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