My photographer sister...

At the beginning of this year... Children Museum Jordan made a photographing contest... with three age groups and three different subjects...
The exhibition was on Thursday... and the results were beyond anything...
Children never stop of astonishing me and blowing my mind away with their creativity...

But guess who won the first prize for the eldest group?... Yeah no one but my very creative lil sister Sophie... Who as always never stop astonishing me with her creativity and eagerness to be a better artist...

So Congratulation my sweet sister... you surely deserve it...

[winning picture]

me love | Techno me

This art piece is part of an art project I have done titled [Techno Me]...
In all my works for this project I focused more on the process of creating a piece... with the minimum computer post production effects and manipulations...

[Me love] talks about how can a human feeling be mediated through technology... and how hard a person has to try in order to start feeling.... it...

In this piece I took a video of a girl typing on the computer [How can I feel him when he types I love you...?] and in an almost monotone saying this sentence.... after that I cut this video into seven pieces... each piece was then assigned a musical note... then I got a score for a ring tone for [Candle in the Wind] by Elton John... and according to that... I played the seven fragments of the video... creating a hidden rhythm... making the end product repetitive, unfinished, and disturbed...
This piece was one of the most talked of... it was considered by some irritating... and by others very painful...
In the press... Mohammed Khader from Alghad wrote that this piece showed how love became painful in the electronic age... and how it runs short of expressing the intensity of the most humane feelings; Love. Where as in JO magazine... They wrote how love can become meaningless and banal... when confronted by a white screen with words appearing and disappearing on it...
As for Alsijll they said that the girl appeared as if she is communicating with the machine and not the human on the other end...

Also:
:: Me Talk
:: Me Win

The Narratives* | 21

21

He has walked long enough... and far enough with a huge load burdening his back...

The load was delivered...

He is walking home... with painful traces of the load still burdening him...
Sweeping inside... to the core and then back to the surface...

[It will pass... with time... everything does...]

Echoing inside... to the core and then back to the surface...

A load will be delivered....


* The Narratives: stories, events, and scenes that happen[ed] inside and around my head…

اتاك الربيع

أتاك الربيع الطلق يختال ضاحكا
من الحسن حتى كاد ان يتكلما

المتنبي

me talk | Techno me...

This art piece is part of an art project I have done titled [Techno Me]...
In all my works for this project I focused more on the process of creating a piece... with the minimum computer post production effects and manipulations...

[Me Talk] plays around the idea of projected images and how the human is being subjected to the projected image...

For this piece... I made a person stand and communicate with a pre-recorded projected image of himself... and since he is standing on the way of the projector... his shadow is being created... and he answers the projected self of himself....
Answering in a monotone voice questions that has no real meaning... his answers thus are just repetition of the questions... for example [Who are you? I am who you are... When are you? I am when you are...] and so on...

Also:
:: Me Love
:: Me Win

... Upon Death

Death is a fact… we all know that sooner or later we will die… yet it seems that death never occupies us… until it hits someone near…

Upon hearing the news… I cried… I knew he was going to die… he was very sick and tired… but my tears had to fall…
I wonder where is he right now? What sort of reality is he [living] now? Did he see it?

I cry for his family… he left them… and no matter in what form… the hardest thing is to say Goodbye to those whom you truly love…

He died earlier this morning… yet… the sun has shone… the birds are singing… and the weeds and flowers are dancing in the breeze…
In few hours he will be lowered under the ground… yet above the ground… life goes on… pretending that nothing has happened…

Death is hard…

It makes me think of how important I am really in this life… how any of us is really important…
We live in our own circles… get consumed with our own made problems… we love, we hate… we fight… we lose… we win… but at the end… we only live for a short time… leaving no major impact on this Earth… except for those who knew us…

Life…. Oh, how insatiable it is… for our passions… for our dreams… for our strivings… for ourselves…
But death reminds us… it doesn't have to be so…

A friend once said… [Keep duniya "life" in your hands… and out of your heart] how wise she is…

Maybe then death won't seem so hard… maybe then the Light will touch our hearts and ease our pains…


Rest in Peace my dear uncle Abu Zuhair…

You'll be much missed… and always remembered…