Truth is Contrary

Turning and turning in the widening gyre

  The falcon cannot hear the falconer;

Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;

Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,

The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere   

The ceremony of innocence is drowned;

The best lack all conviction, while the worst  

  Are full of passionate intensity.

—WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS

Truth is Contrary is a body of works I began to develop around  2001, post 9/11 and post-Arab Spring, and return to quite often. The body of works (paintings, drawings, video, collage, and text) takes a wider purview at urgent conflicts around the world: fake news, civil disobedience, subversions, terrorism and warfare (overt and covert). Two decades later, war and uprisings across the Middle East remain as timely and potent as ever; the underlying conditions and unrest are as acute and complex.  

I mine, re-contextualize, and interrogate images culled from newspapers, news footage, and archival,  text from poetry, quotes from dissents and political leaders, and news headlines.  I employ various mediums including silkscreen, acrylic paint, graphites, drawings,  transfers, etc, This ongoing body of work is a (p)ostscript on the last two decades and a (p)rologue to the new— The uncertain reality that awaits just around the corner.

Readings that Inspire this body of works are as follows: Susan Sontag, Regarding the Pain of Other; E.M. Cioran, The Temptation To Exist;  Yeats, The Second Coming; Slavoj Žižek, Refugees, Terror and Other Troubles with the Neighbors: Against the Double Blackmail; Deleuze and Claire Parnet, Dialogues; Michel Foucault, Madness and Civilization: A History of Insanity in the Age of Reason; Elaine Scarry, The Body in Pain; Soygal Rinponce, The Tibetan Book of  Living and Dying. 

We live in a world which is generally disagreeable, where not only people but the established powers have a stake in transmitting sad affects to us. Sadness, sad affects are all those which reduce our power to act. The established powers need our sadness to make us slaves. The tyrant, the priest, the captors need to persuade us that life is hard and a burden. The powers that be need to repress us no less than to make us anxious . . . to administer and organize our intimate little fears.  —Gilles Deleuze and Claire Parnet, Dia                                                         

The Wall &The Mirror

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