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				Mohamad-Said Baalbaki (1974) 
				 
				 
				 
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				Mohamad-Said Baalbaki was born in 1974 in Beirut, South Lebanon. 
				During his childhood in the midst of the Lebanese Civil War and 
				Israeli occupation, he and his family were forced to move to 
				Beirut. They stayed at the notorious Wadi Abu Jamil 
				neighborhood, which was then a ghetto inhabited by war refugees 
				from various ethnic and religious backgrounds. 
				 
				In 1994, Baalbaki started his education in fine arts, painting 
				at the Institut des Beaux-Arts in Beirut. By 2002, he had moved 
				on to Berlin to continue his studies at the Berlin University of 
				Fine Arts (BUFA), where he also pursued a Master of Arts at the 
				Institute Kunst in Kontext. He was awarded the 
				Meisterschülerpreis des Präsidenten prize from BUFA in 2005. 
				This later lead to scholarships with Solidere’s Artist in 
				Residence program (Beirut) and a stipend from the arts and 
				sciences graduate school at BUFA. 
				 
				Baalbaki reached international success early on in his career, 
				exhibiting his work worldwide since 1998 in the Middle East 
				(Egypt, Jordan, Lebanon, Syria and Teheran), Europe (Germany, 
				France and Switzerland) as well as Canada and the United States. 
				In addition, Baalbaki’s work has been part of some of the most 
				prestigious exhibitions and galleries across the globe. With a 
				unique sense of style and a post-modern vision, he is 
				undoubtedly at the onset of a very promising career. 
				 
				A possible source of inspiration, Baalbaki cites the below 
				extract from the poem, The Waste Land by TS Eliot, in his 
				exhibition catalog: 
				 
				“A heap of broken images, where the sun beats 
				And the dead tree gives no shelter, the cricket no relief 
				And the dry stone no sound of water. Only 
				There is shadow under this red rock 
				(Come in under the shadow of this red rock) 
				And I will show you something different from either 
				Your shadow at morning striding behind you 
				Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you 
				I will show you fear in a handful of dust.” 
				 
				 
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