My story starts at age three, doodling circles and lines on our home's white walls,

convinced I was making them prettier.

That instinct never faded. Over the years, I tried nearly every medium, but oil paint was the one that finally matched what I felt inside and how forgiving and free we must feel; it allows us to undo and start again, it doesn’t dry quickly, and it teaches us patience, and that’s the magic of it.

By the way; Bahar is sea in Arabic = بَحَر