In My Way, Out of Site (2020), multi-media installation with drawings, photography and 6-channel sound
In my way: out of site is an interdisciplinary installation including sound, video and sculpture that explores the codes of the streets as liminal spaces of power.
A space where boundaries are renegotiated when facing physical obstacles imposed as barriers and injunctions. Where emotional boundaries are continuously reclaimed while fragility feeds into the fear of others.
Role:
Drawings, Space Design, Writing
Collaborators:
Joey Zaurrini: Sound, Drawing, Space Design, Writing
Hannah Cambell: Photography, Space Design, Writing
“It was the first time that I lived alone. I was not allowed to be alone. When I finally defied them all and lived alone, I ended up in a country very different than mine. I came back home one night, very late at night, it was almost dawn. On my bicycle, riding fast against the wind, to keep my body warm. The air was cold, the sky was starry. My face was red with blood, and my nose icy. I was alone in the blackness, myself and the wind. My chest was expanding, the air I was breathing had a sweet tinge. The more I breathed, the smaller I got, and the bigger I felt. Suddenly, the sky opened and enveloped me, the ground dissolved from beneath me, I was riding the wind.”
Ghinwa Yassine
“Need room to breathe. Need more room to breathe. Lift your elbow on top of your shoulder, send it midair. Breathe there. The top of your palm touches your chin, slides up your face, brushes off your skull, you look up. There is no sky. The pavement is on top of you, suspended from where clouds used to be. Sandwiched. Between asphalt and asphalt. You take off your skin like a jacket, the two sides of your ribcage spread part, your lungs flung open. Need room to breathe.”
Ghinwa Yassine
“If there is one path
and I see you also on it,
your body moves
towards me
and blocks my way.
I flinch
although I’m sure
you don’t notice.”
Joey Zaurrini
“Only two are safe, though not my sister and I. We walk higher, sadness keeps me moving towards the danger. I think the ground is fragile. We walk higher, the snow can move very fast, it is heavy and it could become something unfamiliar, much larger and louder. I still walk higher, far above the trees. No one comes here in the winter. The town sits so quietly from here everything looks completely still, a tiny car pulls into the gas station. I am naive to myself. My sister and I won't be able to find each other, but the others are linked. We keep walking but she doesn't want to, higher. Finally, we leave them and walk down, quickly, like we had been waiting to escape. Back and down into the woods and we are cradled by the solid ground.”
Hannah Cambell
