“Collective unconscious does not develop individually but is inherited.” C. G. Jung
“No poet, no artist of any art, has his complete meaning alone.”
The collective memory of a certain reality, becomes vague and vanishes. We live in an era in which we try to keep... a different reality. A dream is something that unites us all... Despite the geographical differences and dissimilarities in experience, the new generation is refusing the romantic dream that Palestine will someday be free. In despair, they struggle with the ugly truth.
Mustafa Al Halla j
Battle of Karameh, 1969 Masonite cut on paper, 50 x 70 cm
The memory that we hold on to The life that we try to survive The symbols we are stuck with The Palestinian narrative that is becoming a legend/myth You are still here Holiness/we are the masters of this land Suffocation/prison The question of Palestine The invisible portrait of a leader You are still here Our destiny aliens Hallucinations Innocent dream I feel nothing Breath Wounded Skepticism Ghost Don’t feel anything Master of this earth You are still here To Fight or to resign to nature? Closed Sudden death Deep sleep Coma Superstitions Our idols Identity confusion Memory Sweet Jail Return to what? Cold It ends up with the bitter utopian dream. We cover ourselves in symbolism in order to feel safe/comfortable... Dreams don’t lie, they bring out to the outside the things hidden inside... fears... doubts... hopes... sexualities... the surreal... the un-understandable.
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