The exhibition Pressed: When Words Were Earth is an installation designed with visual and audio elements to allow viewers to literally see themselves in the environment typically designated as "other".

 

 

 

 

 

The work is of modular construction so that the five 8' x 10' photographic murals, divided into over 3,000 Islamic pattern mirror sections, can fit into a variety of exhibition spaces.

 

 

 

 

 

It refers to US culpability in the violent actions and reactions in the West Bank and Gaza Strip,

 

 

 

 

 

specific events of the second Intifada, Israeli defense proclamations prior to the First Intifada, and to Koranic interpretation of Hebraic Biblical texts.

 

 

 

 

 

The veracity of the photographic document is, through subtle digital manipulation, called into question without subjugating the issues of the visual document to aesthetic artifice.

 

 

 

 

 

The filters of bias must be acknowledged, here literally through Islamic pattern, self-reflection, and commercial reproduction, and accepted, thereby facilitating a more circumspect and honest discussion.

 

 

 

 

 

On the day when my words were earth I was a friend to stalks of wheat.....
On the day when my words were bitter apples I was a friend to the optimist.
But when my words became honey Flies covered my lips!

Mahmoud Darwish
Psalm Three

 

 

 

 

 

In the gallery space we are, like the Queen of Sheba, caught in an environment that oscillates between the credible and fantastic, the coalescent and dissoluble, the violated and threatening.

 

 

 

 

 

We are conscious of every step we take, careful and curious about where we tread, apprehensive on the threshold of comprehension and fearful of losing the forest and the trees.

 

 

 

 

 

Pressed: When Words Were Earth implicates the visitor in the myriad lenses and filters that fluctuate between representation and abstraction, and that confuse an element for an image, an image for a world view, a way of seeing for multiple perspectives.

 

 

 

 

 

I hope one may take solace, (despite over a million of centuries old olive trees destroyed, the thousands of lives lost and innumerable suffering) in the yearning in Pressed: When Words Were Earth. A yearning for twilight before, and dawn after, conflict, when the pressed may harken to a free and freely disseminated voice of multiple peoples, and the processing of the fruits of their peace, and oils of their healing.