It Didn’t Rain, 2023

 We women are born and begin to discover our “places” with our senses. We trip and fall on the asphalt and discover that it is hard and rigid, and that the mattress is soft. We discover the trees, the pleasant scents and also the horrible ones. At times, we even go too far and taste the soil of this “place.” Until an adult comes along and tells us, “This is soil, you don’t eat it.” For us, the “big place” can certainly be our parent’s bed. We grow and the space shrinks, falling into various dialectic dimensions linked to our dynamic relationship with “the place.”

My relationship with my hometown of Shefa-‘Amr vacillates between alienation and familiarity. In this work I deal with this complex relationship and the relations between the textual and the material representations of the place, via a personal-familial narrative and my artistic desire to be absorbed in the place and to act from within its complexities. The exhibition presents installations of video art and sound works that were created following my everyday strolls around the city and the stories I wrote into which I weave the voices of my family members.