Can you see these images? I always wonder how to associate myself with them? // Within.
Am I only a witness? Am I missing something here? Do you see these images?
If I say their stories, does it become my story?
Or I become the narrator! // Like god. Subliminal.
It means to me, a giant object or a giant subject. // Sublime.
It doesn’t really matter, or does it?
I see what I see. Do you see what I see?
I mention some of it, but you always ignore the others.
It doesn’t really matter. Or does it?
What is a story anyway?
Is it an accumulation of experiences?
What would you tell when you have to start telling? // The beginning.
I would mention their names. If only I knew them.
Instead, I will mention some so for you to ignore the others.
In the contextual relationality, both objectivity and subjectivity, Matters.
I matter//you matter//it matters...
But what about the matter? Does it really matter?
I can see you... But I can’t see myself.
I see a tower, but the horizon is not there.
I see the water, but I can’t see your reflection.
I see the sky, but I can’t see blue.
I see yellow, and I feel the danger.
I can’t see the man. I see only moving objects.
I see frames and surveillance.
I see a tree. I see a sea.
I see a man exiting and a light approaching.
I see the threat, but I don’t give a shhhh!
I see a ladder. // Vertigo.
I see a boat and a door.
I see ruins in the shape of a man.
I see crowds and crows.
I see sweet talks.
I see words clumped in throats.
I see an image.
Do you see this image?
I don’t like rhythm. I only find it appealing.
Like sweets, it can give a sugar rush or diabetes.
Can you see behind the words? //Okay, forget about that.\\
Did you look behind the curtain?
//In the backstage? Under the carpet? Inside your neglected cupboard?\\
Can you see beauty? They say it lies in the eyes of the beholder.
*Can I see them?
Now I see everything, or I pretend to.
Can you see behind the words?
Were you able to flee?
Certain practices of seeing, asking:
What is sublime over the land? What’s in the sea?
So I beg you, listen then see.
These were the words that tell a story,
Of the rhythm that enchanted me.
And I am not brave enough to dig in//and get inside.) 3x
A performative audio piece that dwells on the melancholy of seeing what cannot be seen.
This audio piece was produced in response to a delegation from artist Mohamed Abdelkarim on the occasion of launching his book of scripts titled Let the Sea Eat Me: To Perform a Ferry. The final outcome came after an analysis process of one of the book chapters, followed by a writing process of a new script and then produced in the form of an audio piece.