Performance next to a pile of stones from Jerusalem, Ramallah and Bethlehem, and stones made in various earthenware clays.
I sit within the installation of two of my projects, Sharing Stories and home/land, made in Israel and the West Bank, eyes closed, thinking of the intensity of the last few days, the deeply moving conversations and exchanges had. In one corner, there is a pile of stones. Some are made by me, some I have gathered from my travels. I pick up stones and pebbles to mark and celebrate moments wherever I go. Just a piece of the land to remember a moment by. Stones have also always been a symbol of struggle, of resistance. I open my eyes to draw lines with my eyeballs, marking out and confining the space around me. These lines are too abstract, too porous. I need to use a larger marker to define them. So, a finger, my hand, my arm, my entire body.
Why this need to confine?
I conclude with the poem No Address by Fikrat Goja.
Video: Yael Gur and Zamir Nega
This was part of a group of work made while artist-in-residence at Hacubia in Jerusalem, as part of the Postcolonialism? project organized by the Benyamini Contemporary Ceramics Center, Tel Aviv, and curated by Wendy Gers.