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Joseph Matar

 LE SEIGNEUR OF THE TRUE, AUTHENTIC NOSTALGIC CLASSICISM ART OF THE LAND AND NATURE OF THE MIDDLE EAST!

By Maximillien de Lafayette

 

There are two ways of admiring, feeling, understanding and loving the paintings of Maestro Joseph Matar. One is Pascalian academic and purely epistemologically artistic, if you are an art lover, a connoisseur, an art critic or tentatively you pretend to be one.

The other way is more human, more sensitive, more realistic, delicate, fragile, truthful and infinitely more humanistic, if you are a Near Easterner or precisely  a proud Lebanese of the good old days of Lebanon the Great “Le Grand Liban”, not the Lebanon we hear and read about today and since September 15, 1975. I will explain those two differences because they are of a paramount importance and a primordial pre-requisite to understand and truthfully appreciate the art of Maestro, Professor, Dr. Joseph Matar (Yes, he has all these titles). For his paintings are a narrative panoramic socio-ecologico-historical chronicle, a documentary and a sequence of frames and pictures of a vanished golden, majestic, splendidly beautiful of the land and people of Lebanon.

Thus, if you are not a native of the land of Maestro Matar, then, I should invite you to embark with me on a long and divinely beautiful journey to the wonderlands we have already seen on Matar’s canvases. You will enjoy the journey… beautiful “Lebanon-Yesteryears” sun rays of one thousand colors will sleep and awake in your eyes while warm tears  escaping on the small landscape of your palm will bring you back to  “Lebanon-Today”,  an atrocious human reality.

 

This is what you are about to feel and sense upon sailing into the paintings of Maestro Matar. A real genius, a multi-dimensional master of Middle Eastern Painting. I lived in Lebanon  and  witnessed the goodness and beauty of the land and the people of Lebanon.  This is what I see when I look at the paintings of Joseph Matar. His paintings transport me to cherished moments in my life, and all of a sudden,  here I am in Beyrouth, 3:00 am in the morning. And I am partying all night. Maroun Achkar from Chiah and Elie Asfar from Broumana, Ahmad Hassan Yassin from Basta and Selim Abou Chakra from Moukhtara pushing me in the car…”Hurry Up Maximillien, Hurry Up…it is time for “Lamounada” (Lebanese Citron Lemonade) ..and we are on our way to the city of Batroun near Byblos. And we drove some 40 miles  to have one or two glasses of Lamounada in Batroun. We reached Batroun, and as soon as the  Lamounada glasses were empty, we were again en route to Beyrouth for the early famous Lebanese breakfast succulent  Knefeh Bil Jibn, Znoud Al Sit, Aychi Al Saraya, Halawet Al Jibn, Namourra, at a small side-walk café in Zaytouney area.

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