CEREBRAL SUPPORT
"The support that you pretend":
Mentally, Spritually, & physically drained:
Bodies filled with blood & water. How can I even begin to innerstand you, when the outer layer is so hard and strong?
My vessel & hair holds its stories, ship wreck of a path endured, unique in its expression.
The scars and marks on the body earned their places. I carry them with me.
My feet have walked in physical spaces, so real the earth supported me. In every step I am grateful for my body because it takes me on my journey to where I'm headed. My hands touching the soil it is grounding and amplifying.
We are living in a collective dream. t.v., media, the news, music, language puts us in a shared space a collective consciousness.
Logically, even though I'm an Arab, my stories do not fully explain or show who middle eastern people are, nor does it describe their lives. Nor did the many academic texts of studying the "other"
or orient, helped me in understand who we are. It only perpetuated the pre-conceived, forcefully changing our faces to the enemy. Always trying to bring out humanity with art. " see they're human too, cause of Art". "Art creates a bridge between the East & West", so do bombs...
We should allow people to speak, and not put the others voice in our lips. Our voices are the only tool we have for our identity to survive. Our word is the only thing were taught to stand for.
The crow shrieking sounds, of speaking people:
There are people that spoke to end their careers.
And people who spoke with no teeth.
The Peoples who spoke in anger, misery and rage from circumstance...
Oh, Silver people who are born with the natural gift to speak.
Also, others that had to rise & learnt to speak.
Some of whom, their voices will remain unheard because the way they had to
perform it and society's inability to listen.
People's post-colonial rants of validation:
" I see it as a formula the weight or value must meet its equal by shifting around its parts, in order to reach balance or equilibrium. Once you see yourself as a balanced idea.
that's the most sincere versions of the abstract values in
adapting, that make you decide about your day to day.
In hopes of finding a safe zone where the lost dogs of society can break free and finally be whole by fusing many different fields of expertise and uniting all parts of your studies, to be taken serious in academia.
is about having and loosing support by moving to a new place, In the state of being in culture shock. I used the outline of non-specific plant to show a sequence and process of growth and development. In the first drawing it's a representation of wholeness and support the two figures appear to one by merging them physically.
In the second drawing I morph the plant with a pelvis bone which you need to walk and split the figure to allude loss of support. yet they still seem to be connected from afar. A wall of technology starts to form in between them.
The third drawing the lost figure appears to stand alone individually, she appears to be embodying weak figure as her own hair start to consume and devour her, causing her own illness.
The other part looks into the future, which is opaque, but you start to see the hidden figure moving in the same flow as her hair. As it starts to break through her environment. To hint on control and transformation. I want to see this bud maybe potentially grow and become the gift given to you because you knew that's what you wanted. Everything isn't static but forever changing.
The story of my drawings: