The Silence of Ruins

Room 4

“Don’t tread so heavily!
Believe me, the skin of the earth
Is made entirely of the bodies we were.”
Abu al-Ala al-Ma’arri, Syrian philosopher and poet (973-1057).

Slowly, the source emerges from its imaginary dimension and overwhelms
me with its reality.
What remains of this past is the name, the blood, the smell of this land
that has become familiar, the story, the friendships.
Opposite the new city, Qacentina, alive but exhausted, stands in rebellious
silence.
In the Souiqa, a vestige of the city’s Ottoman period, life winds its way through
the ruins. Melancholy is made from the secrets of the absent.
And if men die, places remain.


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Publications pdf

  • The silence of ruins. Constantine, 2012 - Fragmentation. 12 argentic prints 60 x 60 cm mounted on aluminium.
  • The silence of ruins. Souika, Constantine, 2012
  • The silence of ruins. Souika, Constantine, 2012
  • The silence of ruins. Souika, Constantine, 2012
  • The silence of ruins. Souika, Constantine, 2012
  • Series, Fragmentation, Constantine, 2012
  • Series, Fragmentation, Constantine, 2012
  • Series, Fragmentation, Constantine, 2012
  • Series, Fragmentation, Constantine, 2012
  • Series, Fragmentation, Constantine, 2012
  • Series, Fragmentation, Constantine, 2012
  • Series, Fragmentation, Constantine, 2012
  • Series, Fragmentation, Constantine, 2012
  • Series, Fragmentation, Constantine, 2012
  • Series, Fragmentation, Constantine, 2012
  • Series, Fragmentation, Constantine, 2012
  • Series, Fragmentation, Constantine, 2012
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