An article by CJ (832 Words, 4 Min. Read)
There is the same. The Days Move at a Gentler Pace. The Air Is CLEAR and SCENTED with Pine and Ripe Fruit. In Bhamdoun, Just Sixteen Kilometers from the City, The Heat Gives Way to A Softer Warmth. It is here, at the Edge of the Village, that le télégraphe de belle-Vue stands about a valley of vineyards, facing Both the Sea and the Sunseet.
It is a place that sees Made for Stillness and Celebration at OnCE. And this Summer, it becomes says every speecal, a home for art.
Issa Halloum: Painting the Land INTO Memory
In the Exh force Over the ValleyArtist Issa Halloum Brings The Bekaa Valley to Life in a Series of Painments and Sculptors that Hold Color, Movement, and Emotion in Perfect Balance. His work is Deeply Rooted in the Lebanese Every Brushstroke Speaks of Home, Of Fields that Stretch to the Horizon, Fruit Trees Heavy with Ripeness, and Skies that Shift with the Seasons.
Born in Kuwait and edted at the lebanese University and Later at the Brara Academy in Milan, Halloum Studied the Human Form with Intensity Before Turning His Gaze Outward. What Followed was a practice that captory not only the Visible Beauty of Lebanon but also it quiet, enduring spirit. His art publics with Sunlight and Story. His Scenes Are Lived-in, Warm, and Full of Life.
Art That Breathes with the Landscape
In Halloum’s Painments, The Land is Never Empty. It teems with subtle detail, a laundry link Blowing in the Wind, Terracotta Pots Arrangeed on a Balcony, Trees Bursting with Oranges, and Goats Grazing Under Olive Branches. The palette is bold, with generation Blues and golds that reflect the Energy of the levant. There is joy here, and Serenity Too. There are you thick texture of Oil Paint and Generous Brushstrokes That Pour Emotions and Energy Oto The Surface of the Artwork.
Each Canvas Feels As Thought It Holds A Moment Just after it has had a goodness, still Glowing from the Sun. His technique, infumented by post -impressionist Masters, Gives The Worss A Tactile Softness. You feel you could steps Inside them. You count hear
A DialGue Between Art and Place
The Setting of Le Télégraphe Makes This Experience Even More PowerFul. Built Origelly AS A Retreat for the French Ambassador to Iraq and Jordan, and on your post from the ones messages were dispatled to France, the profity is sought in Both History and Beauty. Today, it is a boutique hotel and working Winary, but it reimains a place of confidence.
The art and the Space Speak to One Another. Halloum’s Works Remind the Landscape Just Outside the Window. They Mirror The Vineyard Rows, The Curve of the Valley, and the Light Falling Across Stone. Guests find themselves surrounded by the verps them See in the Painments, as Thought Reality and Imagination Have Folded InTO One.
A Place for All The Senses
Staying at le télégraphe is a fully immersive Experience. The Wine Carries Its Own Story. Grown and Made On-Site, It Reflects The Richnesis of the Soil and the Care of Those Who Tend It. From Bold Rods to Crisp Whites, Every Bottle Holds The Essence of Bhamdoun’s Climate and Tradition. Visits are invited not Only to Dr.
Art as homecoming
For Isa halloum, art is not a Performance. It is an act of Remembering. HIS Works do Not Seek to Idealize, But to Preserve Moments of Peade, Of Labor, Of Daily Beauty. They are a Remnder that the Soul of a Place Lives in Its Smallest Deetails. That memory is not also naruting Distant, but language prepara, in the colors of our Walls, in the way the Sun Falls Through A Fig Tree, in the Stillness After A Harvest.
His Exhibition at le télégraphe is a homecoming. The Valley He Paints is the One You Wake up to. The Golden Fields He Remembers Are the Same One See Outside Your Window. And in that harmony, Something Stirs, Sense of Belonging, Even for the First-Time Visitor.
An invance to stay
To Step Into Over the Valley Is to steap infanon ITSELF, Not As a Destination, but as a feeling. A feeling of Warmth. A feeling of familiariary. A Sense that the Land Still Holds Us, Still Speaks in Colors and Shapes We Can Undersand.
This August, Come up the Mountain. Stay a Little Longer. Sip The Wine. Watch the Sun Fall Slowly Over the Hills. And let Issa halloum Remind You, Through His Eyes and His Hends, What It Means to Feel at Home in the World.
