In a moment of despair, life becomes vague. Fragments of objects where you gather together what’s left of the scattered pieces, trying to stand up on one’s feet again.

There...on that border I am collecting my fragmented self...

There … on that line, I am a foreigner and outsider... Yet it’s all so familiar, it’s my own home, my own land. I cannot get lost despite all the barriers they create. Checkpoints, road blocks, watchtowers, and walls surrounding us, separated and encircled by the power of occupation. Still, we resist.
We search through the cracks for that light of hope. We fill the void with our determination. We bridge the gaps with our tiny dreams...

This exhibition is my first step towards dreaming out loud, my voice of Resistance, of objection.

Objection against all the objects in my face,

Objection agaisnt the limits they created in my mind,

Objection against building their wall around our truth,

Objection against setting the rules that control the movement of my body.

For all those who stand for their rights, for those who have the power to say no, for everyone who believes in dreams, for you, father, I dedicate this work. Maybe one day I can tell my son that we never gave up despite all the barriers... maybe I can prove that dreams eventually come true.

Majdi Hadid
Palestine 2006