I Had a Dream, Mom...

Robert Abirached has often told me that it is in the effervescence of the irrational, caught at the most intimate point of individual experience, that one must perhaps seek an alternative humanism; namely, a possible basis for a different order.
One day - or one night rather - I had a dream. I told it to my mother; she understood, and threw the ball back into my court, but I failed to catch it…

Organisation: City of Women, Retrovizor
In collaboration with: The Lebanese Association for Plastic Arts-Ashkal Alwan, Klub Gromka/AKC Metelkova mesto