JOURNEY IN THE LAND WHERE TIME RESTS, 2017

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

where time

rests

 

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

 

 

And They Ask You About The Wall. Say “We Only Know Too Little About Language.”, 2017

7.2 x 2.3 meters: Liquid plastic resin – Rigid polyurethane foam – Metal powder – Colour pigments – Isopropyl alcohol 

 

 

 

The Grave Guard and Digger Inherits The Earth And What’s On It, 2017

H. 60 x L. 75 x W. 15 cm: Layered acrylic sheets – Super glue – Super instant epoxy glue – Clear epoxy resin

 

 

 

As We Were!, 2017

L. 120 x W. 80 cm: Digital print and laser cutting on acrylic sheet

 

 

The Hour Has Drawn Near, 2017

L. 150 x W. 180 cm: Digital print and laser cutting on acrylic sheets

 

Commemoration, 2017

24 X 24 cm: Pigment liner on paper

 

Variations, 2017

24 X 24 cm: Pigment liner and water colour on paper

 

Lingua Franca, 2017

24 X 24 cm: Pigment liner and water colour on paper