Akef Darawsheh & Hadeel Yacoub

Production Dilemma


We are now inside the exhibition
You are watching this work through your screens
But if you are not watching this now, there is no value
of the artwork here
He looks, listens, thinks, breathes, feels everything, experiments, prepares, walks, jogs, runs, pants, looks, listens, thinks, breathes, feels everything, experiments, prepares, walks, jogs, runs out of breath, repeats. He barely tries to look, to listen, to think and run, he pants and repeats, each time he breaks some of this routine. He runs and runs and runs, barely able to stop and runs out of breath, repeats, each time breaking some of this routine, he runs, pants, runs, huffs and puffs, continues doing both, it’s more monotonous than before. He runs, pants, runs, runs out of breath, continues doing both. He tries to stop, to look, to think, to breathe, to feel something.
The moment our sense of safety collapses, the option of letting fear take over everything remains. But consuming memories that are yet to come, remembering the feelings of past experiences will create an opportunity to learn the truth of things and how to express them, after listening to the fear which will partially remain inside. Perhaps, there will be weakness, often mistakes, but each time, there will be an attempt to resist surrender or the mere thought of it.
How do you try to balance between your need to produce and the suffocating atmosphere imposed by the forced quarantine? And how did the quarantine reshape your daily routine?
In a society that earns its wages from artistic and cultural institutions, or from the market, which has almost halted as a result of the current crisis, what are the economic survival mechanisms that you practice as an artist?
He looks, listens, thinks, breathes, feels everything, experiments, prepares, walks, jogs, runs, pants, looks, listens, thinks, breathes, feels everything, experiments, prepares, walks, jogs, runs out of breath, repeats. He barely tries to look, to listen, to think and run, he pants and repeats, each time he breaks some of this routine. He runs and runs and runs, barely able to stop and runs out of breath, repeats, each time breaking some of this routine, he runs, pants, runs, huffs and puffs, continues doing both, it’s more monotonous than before. He runs, pants, runs, runs out of breath, continues doing both. He tries to stop, to look, to think, to breathe, to feel something.