Rana Bishara رنا بشارة, Olive Kufiyya, (olives And Olive Leaves Installation), 2018 [© Rana

Water standpipe in memory of my grandmother “Nabiha Al-hindi” who died lonely and thirsty after she had been expelled by the Zionists -before the creation of the State of Israel- on May 13th 1948 from her hometown “Lod”.

Taste of Cherry (1997) dir. Abbas Kiarostami

“Perhaps, the red in our carpets and our rugs mean more than just the attractive vibrant colour. Perhaps, the red signifies battle wounds, decades of struggle and  hardship, independence. Perhaps, it sets to remind us of where we came from, our roots.  All the patterns and shapes, each telling a different narrative. Perhaps it’s to show the hands of the tireless artist that weaved each section, for days, weeks. Perhaps, the red signifies love.  Burning passion. Fuel. Solidarity with our people. Perhaps, the red is just red. Like blue and green. Perhaps, it’s everything and nothing. Perhaps, the red is apart of a bigger artistic story, one that we cannot understand yet.”

pottery shopping

"وكنّا إلى إذا الليل اتسق، طلبنا شايًا و”حبق”. وكنّا إذا ما همّنا أمرٌ، قلنا لحسام، يا حسام، يا ابن النعناع والمدينة، أطفئ شموعنا الحزينة، وهات شايك. حتى إذا ما بدأ يغليه، فُتحت الأبواب، وجاء الصحاب."

-البرتاوي

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