Khoury, light wizard. Is there is anything more beautiful?
In his hands, theater turns into strange dazzling world...
He works up the wooden scene again with lightings, so it can turn
into and embodied poem.
He makes heavens out of it, open to a combination of charm and
I know him darn well, he is my theatrical adviser. He adds to
the scripts, new radiant and luminous ones. He blends viewers
and comedians as they fall into a creative intoxication state
only Fouad can build up. He is the transparent magician.
In the matter of photography, not only he snaps a picture, but
adds also some of himself. Thus houses, mountains and vineyards
become life and pain in his hand, as through you were hearing
the rustling leaves falling while blaming autumn.
Fouad is the hunter of the whole bygone moments. He make them
prisoners, and immobilizes people and times in pictures hanged
on walls whose owners are still, although days faded away, chatting
and laughing between each other, who today aged or are about to
This is my opinion about Foaud, and my friendly feeling for him
shall not stop me from seeing the truth.
- Beirut inc - To Martyrs and Immigrants
"We all have our time machines. Some take us back, they're
Some take us forward, they're called dreams" - Jeremy Irons
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