The Arab Spring held the key to a brighter future. After the initial wave of euphoria reality began to settle in. Despite hard earned democratic freedoms promised by the new rulers and in some cases the old ones, the hard truth is that the economic burden has increased for most and reverberations from the events can still be felt all around disrupting the tranquility of the region every so often exasperating an already delicate balance of life. Where people stood united to fight a common enemy has splintered into different voices with different ideologies. Where people had hopes, disillusionment has permeated their daily lives. What at first felt like a cause to fight for has become an undesirable way of life for others unsure on what the next day will bring. What I experienced was a world filled with color but not the colors of joy but the colors of scars. I travelled to the countries swept away by the revolutions. I wanted to experience the uprisings first hand. Walking by these people, focusing them in my viewfinder, looking into their faces one could not but feel their belief that life can be a better place fading away. I fell in love with images that I unsuspectingly saw floating between layers of reality. This world of color was to me as intoxicating and captivating as it was woeful and tragic. The revolution bought new roles and new identities for different people. People and landscapes took on new meanings and a new preponderance in the eyes of the world. As events were churning all around me I saw ordinary people in battle between trying to maintain a normalcy of life and at the same time fight for a better future. I tried to color the inner soul of a changing world.