I was stuck in my apartment this morning for about three hours while my super changed the faucet handles in my shower. I was fussing around in my bedroom taking pictures and looking for an old pair of spare keys to give him so I could break the hell out and he could lock up when he was done. Instead I found three of my old flash drives and decided to sit down and see what was on them. One of them contained a folder of Kareem Iliya illustrations I'd collected years ago. I'd seen one of his pieces in a fashion magazine horoscope and then again for something else. I just remember the silhouette of this ethereal female being who seemed to be made of stars. I was really taken with it. I wanted to follow that story wherever it went. Until today, I'd forgotten how much I love his work.
The thing is, whenever, I've looked him up online, there is no record of him by him. All I know is that he was born in Beirut, Lebanon in the sixties. There are no pictures of him, no statements by him about his work which is all watercolor and ink! You know how I love a mystery.
