of a circle, Knife edge of a straight line
travel in space in the same way we travel in time, as our thoughts
and the characters thoughts also travel. They are only
probing, or more exactly, spiraling into the past and the future.
Everything forms a circle, but the loop never closes, the revolution
carries us ever deeper into reminiscence. Shadows follow shadows,
illusions follow illusions, not like the walls that slide away
or mirrors that reflect to infinity, but by a kind of movement
more worrisome still because it is without a gap or break and
possesses both the softness of a circle, and the knife-edge
of a straight line.
After 18 months of research-intensive residence at the Cité
Internationale des Arts in Paris, Abdul Rahman Katanani
returns to Beirut with a new body of work and a "sweeping"
installation on display in Agial till May 30. Like most of us,
concerned with the escalating nihilism ravaging and devastating
our region, Katanani expresses his reactive anger through painstakingly
knitting with barbed wire this overwhelming tornado of violence
that is sweeping our lands and swallowing indiscriminately on
its way to the unknown our hopes of peace and dreams of happiness,
our roots of the past and illusions of the future...