STRICTLY FAMILIES ONLY
STRICTLY FAMILIES ONLY
AND WE HAD NO SHARED DREAMS
AND WE HAD NO SHARED DREAMS
DO YOU SHARE MY DREAMS
DO YOU SHARE MY DREAMS
DRIVE BY SHOOTING I
DRIVE BY SHOOTING I
DRIVE BY SHOOTING II
DRIVE BY SHOOTING II
DRIVE BY SHOOTING III
DRIVE BY SHOOTING III
I LIVE AND DIE FOR THE MOMENT
I LIVE AND DIE FOR THE MOMENT
AHLAN MARHABA
AHLAN MARHABA
NOSTALGIA TAKES US TO THE SEA, BUT DESIRE KEEPS US FROM THE SHORE
NOSTALGIA TAKES US TO THE SEA, BUT DESIRE KEEPS US FROM THE SHORE
SATELLITE HALLUCINATIONS I
SATELLITE HALLUCINATIONS I
SATELLITE HALLUCINATIONS II
SATELLITE HALLUCINATIONS II
SHE THE CITY
SHE THE CITY
THE CITY AND I
THE CITY AND I
TIME BETRAYS
TIME BETRAYS
YOU ARE FROM ME AND I AM FROM YOU
YOU ARE FROM ME AND I AM FROM YOU
TOWER OF DOVES
TOWER OF DOVES
WE WERE TOGETHER SPEAKING THROUGH SILENCE
WE WERE TOGETHER SPEAKING THROUGH SILENCE

AND WE HAD NO SHARED DREAMS

Cities have sounds. The sound is ever-present, an expanding and contracting energy resonating within a single space. The city inhales, with difficulty, tension building, until it exhales - an intense release. With every breath the city takes, people gravitate towards it with a longing for the happiness that it promises. Little do they know, however, that when a city breathes, suffocation is bound to follow.



The city acts as a theatrical backdrop; it sets the scene and mood of the act to come. The city gives you the details, but not the story. We are mere props that complete the urban landscape. As the city grows its inhabitants slowly lose themselves, their identity, and eventually blend into this backdrop. Millions of people exist in anomie, surrounded by communities that they do not identify with. Every day, they live between concrete walls and are transported en masse to other concrete locations. They live suspended between states of consciousness and unconsciousness; existence plagued by isolation within congestion.


This context has spurred underground cultures that negate its imposed harmony, cultures with an anarchic spirit that refuse to be tied down by a framework or a definition. They bubble under the surface, exploring creative destruction and escapism. They try to dilute their solitude by reconnecting to their long lost love of the city. They seek emotional salvation at any cost.


This series of works depicts an imagined conversation between urban inhabitants and their cityscape. It is an unstable, symbiotic relationship in a constant state of uncertainty. It is a romance on the verge of collapse.


The artworks comprise delicate black and white prints representing the city, an elegant stage for the dialogue set forth. The conversation between the city and its inhabitants is represented with words and images that are superimposed with lights, buff-proof spray paint and ink. The rough and flashy medium of the foreground only further amplifies the people's constant need for attention and reconciliation. The inhabitant asks, “Are you mine forever? Do you share my dreams? Do you long for me?” In response the city exhales.


Produced in 2010 - Medium: Archival Giclée Prints on Hahnemule paper Mounted on Dibond. Aluminum lettering LED back lights., spray paint, and collage. Sizes vary between 152 x 101 cm and  140 x 93 cm for the Dyptics. Editions 2 + AP