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القوة التي تضَع حبّات الرمانِ ، واحدةً واحدةً داخلَ قِشرتها ، تعلمُ في أيّ قلب تَضعك ، فلا تقلق.

- جلال الدين الرومي

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”.

“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.”

Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights

Rana Bishara رنا بشارة, Olive Kufiyya, (olives and olive leaves installation), 2018 [© Rana Bishara]. From: Art, Activism, and the Presence of Memory in Palestine: Interview with Palestinian Artist Rana Bishara, «Comparative Studies of South Asia, Africa and the Middle East (CSSAAME)», Volume 41, Issue 1, May 1, 2021, pp. 122-145