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There is a moment, just before you understand what you are looking at, where something catches. Scientists call it awe. Research now shows that seeking it in the everyday might be one of the most important things you can do for your health. This is why I made STRIPE.

There is a covered walkway at KAUST that most people walk through without looking up. That photograph is called Vortex. In March 2026, it was on a gallery wall in Barcelona.

Five photographs submitted. One selected. Oasis is heading to the 9th Chania International Photo Festival in Greece this July, organised by Blank Wall Gallery.

While I was at home in Saudi Arabia, a photograph called Oasis was hanging on a wall in New York City. BMCC Tribeca Performing Arts Center, part of PWP's 50th anniversary. The work travelled further than the artist did.

A photograph called Sama is heading to Tirana, Albania, as part of GuruShots Your Exhibition Shot. The first public look at an image from the next chapter of the STRIPE story.

There were things you couldn't get in Saudi Arabia in the early days. So you made things yourself. Fruit leather was one of them. This week, the photograph that started as a recipe column image goes live in Canada's one and only photography magazine.

Most people who want a commissioned piece of art never ask for one. Not because they don't want it. Because they're not sure how it works. I've been commissioned for forty years. Here's how it works with me.

Six paintings. Six women. And when you hold your phone up to any one of them, the work jumps off the canvas. The first augmented reality art collection in Saudi Arabia, built on the mathematical foundations of Islamic geometric art. Each piece a portrait. Each one alive.

A freshly laid band of yellow paint cutting across a grate in the street stopped me completely. No studio. No special equipment. Just a trained eye, a phone, and the decision to look at the ordinary differently. That moment became an Amazon Number 1 bestseller.

It was a freshly laid band of yellow paint intersecting a manhole cover. I had walked that street a hundred times. That day, something about the way the line cut across the grate demanded my attention. That moment became a book. And a way of seeing I can't un-learn.

For over 25 years I have lived between worlds. Outside my own culture long enough to see it objectively and subjectively. Living inside other cultures yet always viewing them from a perspective built from many worlds. That position gives you a particular kind of perspective.