An image of some of the signs that had been collected from protests all around the world. This inspired me to look into art in protests and the power they had all over the world.
After researching I discovered Peter Hapaks article and photography series. He documented portraits of people who had been involved in a protest. Each was interviewed and asked to bring something that was significant and reminded them of the protest. I was inspired by the series and have started to collect objects and save articles that trigger an emotion in me; whether its frustration or pain, and am trying to incorporate this idea of an object having a significant sentimental value that triggers pain.
“Mannoubia Bouazizi, the mother of Tunisian street vendor Mohamed Bouazizi, says, “Mohamed suffered a lot. He worked hard. But when he set fire to himself, it wasn’t about his scales being confiscated. It was about his dignity.”
“El Teneen, a prominent Egyptian graffiti artist, wears a homemade gas mask.”
“Ahmed Harara is a Cairo dentist who was blinded in one eye by a rubber bullet during clashes in January. In November, he was shot in his other eye. Now he is completely blind. “As they say in America, power of the people will change everything,” Harara says.”
“Yahi Abdel Shafy, left, is a Salafi and a doctor who works in the field hospital in Tahrir Square. Egyptian protester Saleh Mohamed, right, uses a Maalox mixture on his eyes to counter the effects of tear gas.”
“Egyptian protester Nehal Marei. Right, a tear-gas canister in Egypt.”
This is the piece by Shadi Al Zaqzouq
(a Palestinian) that stopped me in my tracks in Dismaland. I stood silent on my own for a few minutes, staring and processing the power of this oil painting mounted in a tire. I explained what the piece said to friends I had gone with, and others standing close by overheard and became intrigued; realising what the true meaning of the painting was about. The writing on the underwear the unidentifiable bruised and battered girl is holding up, says “get away from me” aimed at a male pronoun.
The power this piece had; with such a simple way of portraying it, is what has really inspired me to do the same thing in my work this year. I want to make people think and FEEL something. I want them to know the truth.
Never before have I been so upset and angered by the situation in the Middle East, the way I am now.
It makes me furious, my previous work in Uni has always been about things that resinate and really pull at my heart strings; anything to do with home. Growing up in the Middle East has given me a completely different view of life and having moved here to study, I can compare and split the two completely. I find it shocking the way the media portray the news; the ones they do actually bother giving some TV time to that is.
After a visit to Banksys famous Dismaland, I felt inspired and wanted to be able to give my work the ‘umph’ and power that some of the pieces that spoke to me there. I felt like I needed to try my best to give my work a personal meaning and to be able to successfully portray my frustration about the occupation and terrors going on.
The finger is always pointed at the Palestinians for being “offensive” and “aggressive”, throwing rocks at Israeli soldiers; but if we are honest here, how is it okay to fire from a tank “in self defence” from a 7 year old boy throwing a rock?
Why don’t we re-ask that question, why are they throwing rocks? Why is the world silent about the OCCUPATION of the Palestinians in their HOME land.
I don’t get it. I’m fed up.