The Unknown – a notion that has ever captured the human thought. And yet, as a new era dawns on us, the Unknown becomes overwhelmingly meaningful and wanting. It takes over. It exhilarates. And yet it also disturbs. Thus far, there is silence. An uneasy / restless silence because the very recent past stands there, unkind and teasing. Hady Boraey lives in that vertigo. Unafraid of the blank page, he stands steadfast against a facile happiness and a deceiving illusion. His imaginary journey of what could lie beyond persists and wins. He seems to want to conquer the world and fill that void, by testing the limits of his mind. Torn between the Wilderness and the Shadow, you find him Waiting at the Gate or at the Border; under the Grey Cloud or a Summer Rain. The Silence of the City awakens the Migrant. As he carries the weight of the Unknown, he madly wanders. And far away from home, he navigated. He has a story to tell. Once upon a time, he got lost and got back.
