Azzam Alshaarani

Damascus is the oldest inhabited capital and its stones are as old as history. Here we see it embracing children in its shade.
A square in front of the Umayyad Mosque receives visitors.
Street in my city Salamiyah, a movement of people who started the morning with activity.
Nostalgia for the smell of my mother, her color and an image of her in my heart.
Painting depicting the suffering of a man carrying water on his bicycle during In wartime.
My little friend, who came from Afghanistan, was explaining to me and telling me about his new doll and how he could move it. It is his first steps into a new world. He will learn the alphabet of the language, and he will have friends, a home and people he loves and who love him. Like him, I came from Syria and began to feel the small details of life. Everything is beautiful here, the nature, the cities, the streets, and the way of  people deal with us, and even their language is beautiful. I feel that I have been born again in a world full of love, goodness and peace.

Coming from Syria, and after a troubled period of migration, Azzam shares with us his way of seeing the world around him. And, as you will see from his paintings, he has not lost his charm for the world and for life. His canvases transmit life and beauty! Come and get to know a little more about Azzam Alshaarani.

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Azzam Alshaarani

My name is Azzam Alshaarani, I’m from Syria, and I’m a mechanical engineer as a profession.

I started drawing as a child. At that time, everything in nature caught my attention… the sky, the clouds, the trees, the rain, and the birds.

I participated and held many exhibitions.

More recently, I have been enjoying drawing people, cities, and neighbourhoods in order to document phases in the history of our cities and shed light on the beautiful things around us.

I love water and its movement with colour, light and shadows that is why I paint with watercolours. My dream is to become an artist that leaves a beautiful trail for people.

Damascus is the oldest inhabited capital and its stones are as old as history. Here we see it embracing children in its shade.

A square in front of the Umayyad Mosque receives visitors.

Street in my city Salamiyah, a movement of people who started the morning with activity.

Nostalgia for the smell of my mother, her color and an image of her in my heart.

Painting depicting the suffering of a man carrying water on his bicycle during In wartime.

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