El Arbi Mrabet

Around me, I see or imagine so many landscapes rapidly fading, burning under heatwaves throughout the years.

“The land belongs to the indigenous Palestinians — Muslims, Christians, Jews and others — whose forebears are the Canaanites. Did this Promised country fulfill its promises to you as it did to those of European origins?”

Aren’t crows sentient, intelligent, social and repenting? Why wouldn’t the first one be able to create the stars and the moon to illuminate the night, the darkness of the mind, its tenebrous ignorance?

The spontaneity of painting “natural” or “ordinary” landscapes is deeply embedded in my neurons.