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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