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Commissioned in the context of How to Reappear at Beirut Art Center
Curated by Maha Maamoun and Ala Younis
Curated by Maha Maamoun and Ala Younis
No Part Of This Book May Be Reproduced, In Any Way, By Photocopying, Recording, Or Otherwise, Except With The Prior Written Consent Of The Publisher, and 2019
Warehouse421, Abu Dhabi
Beirut Art Center
"Emotional text were published for the first time in the Blue Luggage Publishing House, which was located near the bedroom on the second floor. These publications also appeared in many publishing houses in the Old Inventory Area, and the backyard of the new big house. Some were in the trunk of a car that traveled 249 kilometers, from a small garden to the rustic iron door of Beirut Art Center, and, finally, to the center's walls. Batoul and Ali's project was complete, not in the sense that it was extraordinary or ideal, or even a form of entertainment, but it was their first self-publishing project around an emotional and political context and a great romantic fantasy that is almost excessive. The drawings do not necessarily refer to the existing texts. These illustrations were recently drawn by the artist from inside the fictional publishing houses and their traveling luggage. Some books and rare photographs of the writer were swallowed up by published newspapers, court papers, old books, and colorful bags. Nothing but these papers and publications remain."
What happened in Toulouse, isdaT in south of France.
Ala: We would like to show the work (model) that we showed in Amman. What do you think? Do you have the work with you?
Ali: The original house was destroyed due to many moves in Europe.
A spectral presence of work past, the blue house which was burned and dusted away with the food oil in the kitchen in my abounded farm, mixed with the smoke and the scent of rice...the kitchen painting in a corner secluded. Sorry.
Ala: We would like to show the work (model) that we showed in Amman. What do you think? Do you have the work with you?
Ali: The original house was destroyed due to many moves in Europe.
A spectral presence of work past, the blue house which was burned and dusted away with the food oil in the kitchen in my abounded farm, mixed with the smoke and the scent of rice...the kitchen painting in a corner secluded. Sorry.
in Toulouse, isdaT. 2021
