Journey in the Land Where Time Rests, 2017
solo exhibition at Vriend van Bavink Gallery, Amsterdam, The Netherlands
Each Friday, my dad used to recite the same verse from the Koran, every single Friday,
it was titled The Cave. It describes a wall whose collapse would trigger the unfolding of the end of times.
Until now, it is believed that reciting this verse every Friday will keep the wall erect.
Until today, I still believe that my dad can save the world.
A forgotten myth is our vehicle.
wall, fence or dam ?
would a structure condition the Apocalypse lest befell forgotten ?
a commemorative wall
and a barrier
to prevent ominous demographic sweeping
a self or a modern one ?
deprived of its mystic
but rewarded by a new mythical plasticity
a real monster
or a divine pet ?
it only appears in the infinite edits of the same story
a pleasant or unpleasant journey
in the land
PS. “we start to build walls again – to live like walls – with the same boredom –
the same staleness – our faces as hostile as walls – and our destinies thick,
useless and full of walls.” G. Henein, in The Meaning of Life, 1938