مَخَارِيط الصّنُوبَرْ
هِيَ الجُزْءُ الأكْثَرُ تَسْلِيَة وَ الأكْثَرُ تَشْوِيقْ.. شَكْلَهَا الهَنْدَسِيُ الفَنِيُ المُتْقَنْ يَخْلِقُ المُتْعَةَ أثْنَاءَ جَمْعِهَا.. فَعَلَى الرّغْمِ مِنْ امْتِلاءِ بَعْضَاً مِنْهَا بِالحَشَرَاتْ إلا أنّ جَمَالَهَا يَدْفَعُ بِكَ لِتَجَاهُلِ كُلَ هَذَا الخَوْفْ..
هَذِهِ المَخَارِيطْ تَنْضُجُ خِلَالْ ٣ سَنَوَاتْ لِتَسْقُطْ بَعْدَهَا السّقُوطَ الحُرْ وَتَرْتَطِمْ بِالأَرْضْ لِتُصْبِحَ بَعْدَ ذَلِكَ جُزْءً مِنْ هَذَا التّكْوِينِ الفَنِيْ الذِي تُشَاهِدُوهُ الآنْ. المُثِيرُ لِلْغَرَابَةِ أنّ هَذِهِ الْ ٣ سَنَوَاتْ هِيَ الْعُمْرُ الّذِي قَضَيْتُهُ أنَا فِعْلِيّاً فِي هَذِهِ البِلَادْ. لَكِنْ أَنَا بِخِلافِهَا مَا زِلْتُ أَنْتَظِرُ الصّعُودْ..
لَمْ يَتَوَقَفْ الأَمْرُ عِنْدَ التِقَاطِهَا وَجَمْعِهَا .. كَانَ عَلَيّ أَنْ أُنَظِفَهَا وَمِنْ ثَمّ أخْبُزُهِا بِالْفُرْنِ لِتَجْهِيزِهَا لِلْاسْتِعْمَالْ .. قَضَيْتُ أَيّامِاً فِي ذَلِكْ وَأَذْكُرُ جَيِدَاً أَنّ زَوْجِيَ قَدْ أَزْعَجَتْهُ رَائِحَتُهَا الّتِي انْتَشَرَتْ فِي كُلِ مَكَانٍ، بَيْنَمَا أنَا أَعِيشُ مُتْعَتِي الخَاصَة فِي اكْتِشَافِ هَذِهِ التّجْرُبَةِ الّتِي أَعِيشُهَا لِلْمَرَةِ الأُولَى!
Pine Cones
This is the most exciting part of the work! The elegant technical form that the pinecones have, creates a joy while collecting them. Despite the many insects that settled inside the pine cones, their beauty drives you to ignore your phobia towards these creatures.
I spent days picking, collecting, and cleaning the pine cones. I had to bake them all to get them ready for the artwork. My husband got really annoyed by the smell of the baked pines. However, I was enjoying discovering this scent, as and experience that I got for the first time.
These pine cones took nearly three years to mature until they fell free, hit the ground and became part of this art installation that you see now. Surprisingly; this three-year growth is the same time I spent in this country, but in contrast; I have never had the free fall; I am still growing.
الْحِجَارَةِ الْبَيْضَاء
الْتِقَاطُ الْحِجَارَةِ الْبَيْضَاءُ كَاْنَ يُشْبِهُ إلَى حَدٍ كَبِيْرٍ التِقَاْطَ الزَبَدِ الأَبْيَضِ مِنْ مَوْجَاْتِ الشَاْطِئْ.
كُلُ حَجَرٍ كَاْنَ يَأْخُذُ مَكَاْنَهُ فَي زَاْوِيَةٍ مَا مِنْ ذَاكِرَتِي.. تَمَاْمَاً كَمَاْ يَأْخُذُ مَكَاْنَهُ الْآنَ وَيَسْتَقِرُ فِي هَذَاْ التّكْوِينِ الفَنّيْ..
حَوَافُهُ الْحَاَدةُ وَالقَاسِيَةُ كَانَتْ تَجِدُ طَرِيقَهَا فِي تَعَارِيجِ يَدّي تَبْحَثُ عَنْ مُسْتَقَرٍ لَهَا .. تَمَاماً كَمَا كُنْتُ أَبْحَثُ أَنَا عَنْ زَاوِيّةٍ مَآ تُشْبِهُنِي فِي هَذِهِ الغَاْبَةِ الوَاسِعَةِ.
هَذِهِ الصّخُوْرُ تَعْرِفُ مَكَانَهَا جَيّدَاً وَهَيْكَلُهَا مُعَشَقٌ بِالغُبِارِ وَتُرَابِ الأَرْضِ وَحَتّى بَعْدَ أَنْ غَسَلْتُهَا وَتَرَكْتُهَا تَحْتَ الشّمْسِ لِتَجِفْ لَمْ يُغَاْدِرُهَا التُرَابْ .. اقْتَرِبْ وَحَاوِلْ لَمْسَهَا الآنْ سَتَجِدُهَا مُغْبَرّةٌ لِنُدْرِكَ أنّ كُلّاً مِنّا يَحْمِلُ فِي دَاخِلِهِ مَا يُعَبِرُ عَنْ جُذُورَهُ الأُولَى..
White Stones
Picking up the white stones was similar to gathering the white foam of the beach waves. Not very easy and not very difficult!
Every stone was occupying a space in a corner of my memory ... just as they take their ‘space’ now and settle in this art installation. Their rough edges were finding their way into my hands, looking for a space of stability, while I was looking for an angle that resembled me in this vast forest.
These rocks know “their roots” well and their structure is saturated with the dust of the mother earth. Even after they were washed and left under the sun to dry, they did not get rid of the dust. Come closer and try to touch them now, you will find that they are still dusty. You will realize that each of us hold within us an image that reflects our own roots.
