Portraying the pomegranate (the skin and seeds) as the central image, this video work is an attempt to reflect upon the human need to find that perfect niche to fit into, as well as that need to return to our origin, all of which to satisfy the desire to belong.
The two objects, the pomegranate skin and the seeds, are separated from one another. The seeds are being meticulously placed back into the pomegranate shell. It is obsessive . . . one by one, the seeds are taken from their pile in an attempt to fit them into the empty niches of the pomegranate skin; to return them to their place of origin. The task is slow and arduous; my fingers fill with the redness of the pomegranate seeds’ colour, as if the seeds are ‘bleeding’.
The seeds are displaced; their displacement is to be found in the fact that they exist outside of their skin (nest, home, nature), and there is the desire to ‘un-displace’ them, to secure them in their proper pockets. Can a piece of thread be re-sown into the fabric through the very same holes as it was taken out of? The Pomegranate is an emblematic work that poses this question; this maddening, ritualistic behaviour, with the fruit utilised as a representational object reflecting upon the absurdity found around the entire issue of belonging. It is absurd because to belong (whether to any social order, cultural belief, or to physical territory) is not without its demanding paradox, it’s special kind of torment.
It is similar to the calculative pace of an operating room, where the ‘body’ (of the fruit) is etherised, opened, and dissected. Which organ of the body is being operated on? Is it the heart; once removed from its hollow and now daring to heal its wound, to reinstate it into familiar territory? Returning to our skin, our core . . . finding the ‘perfect’ skin to fit into, to nest in, or nestle in, is everybody’s desire. It is an ambitious desire for homecoming; that sheltering home, or comforting embrace, yet it has potential suffocating elements as well . . . necessitating a ritual of things to tear apart and things to put back together again, demanding self-analysis and introspection; and we are found striving to collect our many scattered parts in order to ultimately reassemble the fragments of our identity.
This project was part of Sharjah Biennial 7.
Work to be presented for the Sharjah Biennial 7