I love Tripoli, Tripoli loves me"@ Artheum Quarentine Beirut,2014

                                                       

I love Tripoli, Tripoli loves me

It is since (2008) that the visual and social outlook of Tripoli has begun to witness the invasion of long silver wires that lost their gleam by default. These metallic curves with spiky and painful peaks continued to double and re-double up.  Raw after raw, until they strangled the alleys of the city and its quarters which are already divided upon confessional and political causes…

These barbed wires being reinforced by a morbid flexibility come to underline a rather socio-political schism invading Tripoli. It is through the time, that such material- which was essentially introduced and used for security ends grew a little further than its conventional nature; as if it was under the  effect of a metaphysical mutation or an anthropological projection of adversity and politically provoked conflicts.

The material has been “metamorphosed” into a being, that is not only  able to reproduce itself forming a new veil besieging our urban physical arena, but also, to replicate itself into an invisible implicit nature, attaining the bodies and spirits of citizens at once…

It is evident, however, that such “genetic religious / political” change provokes a functional alteration, transforming the protective role into a mutual attack and adversity towards oneself and the others… bodies inflicted with clandestine barbed wires run out of fear from one another, escaping their friends, their neighbors, their own body which became a common enemy between themselves and the others..

Citizens jostle and clash each other, some fall down on the ground; others scatter around as if they were affected by a magnet that disperses instead of attracting and joining, a reciprocal sadomasochistic mirror reflecting hatred, rancor and mutual   punishments …

Finally, in front of such a murderess scene of exhausted spirits and bodies, having lost hope and confidence, would we remind ourselves that the remedy is only possible when we discover the symptoms, and the sickness? Could we take up position of a watcher who in becoming the observer of oneself succeeds to overcome the tragedy and reverse all the planed rules of the (game, I) manipulating and destroying the minds?

 

Nahed Mansour 2014

 

 

 

 

 

 

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