To Lola, visual arts are like music, a magical therapeutic tool, a universal mode of communication that does not require any form of translation whatsoever.
Her work tends to straddle humanity, spirituality, magic, fantasy and "hard realities", always seeking to create a visually appealing image out of even the most tragic subjects or events. Her aim is for viewers to feel a rush of positive energy when looking at the images she creates, to imbue them with a healing sensation, to ignite or revive their sense of wonder, and hope. She does not seek to shock. She seeks to soothe.
Even when working on several projects simultaneously, there is almost always a "meeting point" between the various projects she works on, as if each was somehow an essential part of the other and as if these various projects were different parts of a same "whole".
She first studied photography at Kensington & Chelsea College, then at Kingsway College in London and a few years later completed a BA in Graphic Design and Illustration at the London College of Communication (University of the Arts London). She has worked, among more roles than there is space to remember, as an executive PA, human resources manager, freelance interpreter, translator, proofreader, ghostwriter and CrossFit gym manager, as well as freelance photographer, supplying images to, among others, the Royal Geographical Society's picture library.
Lola was born in Beirut and is Franco-Lebanese. When she was three, war broke out in Lebanon and from then on her upbringing took place ping-ponging between Lebanon, Italy and France (Lyon), though mainly in Lebanon.
She has been living in London since June 1990 and has also lived briefly in Chile and Argentina. She speaks fluent English, French, Spanish and Arabic.
Her cross-cultural upbringing, way of life and friends, have left her feeling universal, belonging to no place in particular and to all places at once. Her own true home and eternal shelter is music, that all-encompassing wonder, without which, as Nietzsche rightfully declared, “life would not be worth living."