I DON'T WANT TO TALK, BUT...
ZIKO HOUSE, 2021
CURATED BY
Melissa Ghazale
ZIKO HOUSE, 2021
CURATED BY
Melissa Ghazale
Feat Artists: Yara Asmar, Nader Bahsoun, Thalia Bassim, Stephanie Corab, Serj Ghazale, Marc Ghazali, Aya Kazoun, Claudia Khachan & Olivier Nemnom, Abed El-Latif Khalifah, Shirine Sbaiti, Celine Seta Rahme, Sako Sislian, Marwan Tohme
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As Gregor Samsa awoke one morning from uneasy dreams he found himself transformed in his bed into a gigantic insect. I won’t write about war—I will write about adolescence. I will write about its abruptness, its violence and the way it imposes itself on you like a bad government; about the growing sensitivity to rudeness and humiliation which were previously met with patient indifference. About the urge to gain freedom, to cut chains and throats and tears. To rebel against those lowering the roof above our heads, to break a wall, wall, wall, and a wall. Go to hell. Give me money. I’m running away from home.
I don’t want to talk, but… I’m raging Where do we go from here? When you realize that your parents let the world go to shit, that the values and ideals for which many had fought and died melted in the sweltering heat and sank the ship whose captain has escaped. There is no container for anger, fear, despair, pain—only poor attempts to smuggle them out of our forcibly rotting bodies. The initial title for the exhibition was “The Last of the Teenage Idols,” but it was replaced in favor of the immense loss of words we are dealing with in the face of our collapsed country; in fact, it could have alternately been replaced with “I want to talk but…where do I begin?” or “I want to talk but… what can I say?” or “I want to talk but…I don’t have the tools to do so” or “I want to talk but…I’m paralyzed.” I don’t want to talk, but… I want you to talk to me. |