“I feel that we
belong to countries which shoot us to other places.”
Shooting people is a way to fly, but eventually
they all come back down in some way or another.
Even though they chose to be shot out…
Does everyone feel the freedom of flying?
Can we feel this freedom of flight while we are
leaving our memories behind?
Can we keep it there and be in another place?
And start from “zero”, as they say.
Does “zero” exist?
I focused on the Arab countries and
how these countries shoot out their citizens like
Uproot them from difficult conditions that they
create, from their memories, from their
histories...and these people hope to have the
freedom from these heavy conditions.
Do they really feel it?
Many questions enter my mind… and many wh(y)s?
The sizes of slingshots related to the size of their
The rubber would reflect the migration rate. "I
researched migration over the last 10 years. I want
to reflect a time period in my life"
Concrete is the material of our buildings and our
walls which separate us.
It gives us a cold feeling like those countries.
Which country will give us this cold feeling? The
one who shoots us out or the one who receives us?
So…Who & WH(Y)?