Rani Sharabati PALESTINIAN, b. 1998
96 x 56 cm
Here, things appear in strange shadows, lands that have no ties to you, rising and falling without your grasp. They are not an extension of your steps but a separate, mysterious presence, pulling you toward its depths where your contours blur, merging with what is not yours.
In this wavering emergence, the ground deceives you, making you believe you are rising, while in truth, you are receding, fading into the echo of a distant voice, answering a silent call from lands that are not your own.