Lebanese contemporary artist Hassan Jouni has spent his career painting the simpler moments in life and depicting nostalgic scenes of Beirut and his native village on canvas.

“The first painting I ever exhibited was at school. I was 11 years old and it was called ‘An Evening around the Fire,’” he says. “It was about a group of construction workers sitting around a brazier of coals – a group of men who had left their families in their villages to work in Beirut. This scene touched me, I felt a connection and shared their emotion, one that ties people together.”

Jouni’s live-in studio, nestled by the old lighthouse in Ras Beirut, is an ode to the city with his colorful paintings stacked around him and hung on paint-flecked walls. Memories of old Beirut and a time when southern villages were a few stone houses are documented through hundreds of paintings.

“As for the countryside, there are no more ‘villages’ today, not in the way we knew them in the 40s and 50s. The villages are urbanized like cities and the cities are now trying to create suburbs around them – the countryside is no longer the countryside and the city is no longer a city,” Jouni muses. “This mix between the two made me want to immortalize the village that I loved in the past. The village I paint no longer exists; it’s only in my imagination.”-

“When I go up to the village, the landscape calls me; it’s a beautiful and lyrical spectacle. This thread is woven into my art – just like a person who lives in chaos, they also sometimes wish to live peacefully and quietly,” he explains.
“Lebanon is bathed in light. I always feel that this light makes the reds very red, the yellows super yellow and the blue a true blue,” he says. “This is the light and color of the east, which has a pallet heavily influenced by yellow, so these are the hues that you find in my paintings.”

“While walking around Souk Sursock I would meet removal men (aa’tel), plasterers, interior painters, drunks, thieves and people that sell old clothes. These people left a mark on me. Even now when I remember the way the aa’tel carried his basket on his back, I imagine that he would be painted like a basket with legs. There is such a comedy to it, that till this day I want to draw these people when I remember them,” he says.

“Sometimes I paint my old neighborhood, the people who lived there. Sometimes I draw the village and sometimes I draw the affection between people that has disappeared – like lovers passing secret notes before phones existed and it was forbidden to talk,” he muses. “Sometimes I paint fishermen and the Ain el Mreisseh of the past when the sea used to rise onto the stairways of people’s houses in the 50s.”

“Those who know Hassan Jouni know my style,” he says, “and come to see this inner world I have created in my studio and the paintings that no one knows I have created.”
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