Zahreddine Group
A stack of cardboard boxes, more united than we are.
posted by Fouad at 11:28 PM
Welcome to My Lebanese Dream
When all is far, and all is empty, I set sail and dock on a familiar shore, somewhere in my imagination
9 Comments:
dude, we need to hook you up. an exhibition about beirut..
Sure, being a box is a sad existence, clustered in some kind of warehouse. On the other hand, the intimacy is compelling. So yes, the desire is there to connect and cluster, peacefully as cardboard boxes do, instead of experiencing the present human disarranged clusters of violence.
I don't know what Mirvat ment with an exhibition in Beirut. But I would be interested to participate. Count me in!
Somehow my gut feeling tells me that only a creative and artistic approach will find bridges in our disassembled world - finding links that may serve as a rope to reconnect people beyond political and religious boundaries.
Presently I work on the execution of building an "artistic recycling can". Maybe it is a waste of time, but I think not - because it will be an exercise to wake up people through form and aesthetics. It is an experiment, and we'll have to see if, and how well it works.
r u in leb now???????
One of my closest friends is a Zahreddine and she constantly fights with her close zahreddines, go figure.
Notice the box on the left all alone, his spirit's been crushed and he's trying to keep it all together hence the plastic tie around him. I wonder if he notices the box on the bottom right also tied up reaching out towards him?
I wonder what sect these Zahreddines are :)
that box on the left was attacked by a box above....ed3awas da3waseh ya haram!
for God's sake, those are just ugly boxes....
Enjoy
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