Posted in Exhibitions, Reflection

A Reflection on Culture, Unity, and Peace

This summer, I had the opportunity to showcase Al-Mayida (The Dining Table) at Birkenhead Central Library, an installation exploring the universal and symbolic significance of the dining table. And recently, the work was selected for Hypha Studios and Dispensary Gallery’s group show in Wrexham, adding a new layer of meaning by placing it in dialogue with other multidisciplinary pieces in a 15,000-square-foot exhibition space. With its vibrant, community-centered focus, Al-Mayida became a platform for discussing culture, peace, and the shared human experience of gathering. Moving the installation from Birkenhead Library to the larger venue in Wrexham taught me to consider how an artwork’s message and impact evolve with changes in environment and scale.

The dining table holds a unique, cross-cultural significance, serving as a setting for family meals, heartfelt conversations, and shared memories. With Al-Mayida, I aimed to capture these moments by creating an immersive, interactive experience that emphasises gathering, storytelling, and unity. Drawing from a blend of artistic mediums—ceramics, textiles, and Arabic calligraphy—the installation celebrates the act of coming together, inviting audiences to reflect on what it means to share a meal, both literally and symbolically.

On the final day of Al-Mayida, I introduced a dinner set, with each item inscribed with the Arabic word for peace—سلام (Salam). “Peace,” as a concept and a word, transcends borders, symbolising our shared humanity and fostering dialogue around unity and understanding. This white ceramic set, with its minimalist design, carries a calm, contemplative energy, resonating with the installation’s message of harmony.

As a closing touch to the exhibition, I crafted three large plates inscribed with references to the Sykes-Picot Agreement, the 1916 colonial pact that divided the Middle East into spheres of influence and reshaped its geopolitical landscape. This historical reference acknowledged the dining table not only as a place for personal stories but also as a platform for global reflection. These plates became symbols of resilience, encouraging visitors to consider how history shapes our identities, our relationships, and our ongoing quest for self-determination.

The presence of these plates alongside the Salam ceramic set introduces a compelling tension—a juxtaposition between the ideals of peace and unity and the complex legacies of political history. I hope these pieces spark conversations about the ways past injustices continue to impact the present, inspiring a shared commitment to a more peaceful future.

Reflecting on Al-Mayida, I see a pathway forward that embraces community involvement, broadens cultural exploration, and deepens historical reflection. This work has laid the foundation for a practice rooted in dialogue, shared experience, and the powerful simplicity of gathering around a table.

Posted in Reflection

Failure

I struggled to start my MA blog, even though I have so many things to say. I’m learning and enjoying every minute of it, and I also feel lucky and honoured to be among a group of talented artists.
Last week, Jonathan asked us to experiment with failure and how we can allow mistakes to happen in our practice—how, through accepting mistakes and failures, they can become new opportunities and successes.

I made a short film to experiment and learn because I still see filmmaking as my weakest skill.
Weirdly, during the process, I stopped and ended the film with an image of Gaza’s latest fires. I felt I couldn’t finish what I was doing. But this also captured the feeling I was seeking. There’s something within me that’s preventing me from working the way I want and enjoying my art as I usually do. My work usually carries a sense of humour. Now, I realise I have a deep feeling of loss and guilt. I’m grieving for our humanity, and one year feels like a heavy burden.
Here’s a link to my short film Water: https://youtu.be/1OncD3MNXiY?si=ZwQMCftbvF5BnnHY.

And below is me reposting an old post from September 2020. Back then, I asked, “Oh, the past, are you still here?” Four years later, my answer remains: yes.

Oh, the past, are you still here?

Today I visited the Don McCullin Exhibition at Tate Liverpool. For the first time, my eyes did not shed tears in front of those tragic images. My eyes are usually beyond my control, but today they remained dry, and my throat was tight. A voice from deep within called out, “Oh, the past, are you still here?” What have I done to myself today? Or what have you done, Mr. Don McCullin?

Two hundred photographs from around the world, all the pain from west to east. It’s incredible how a blind object with one eye can capture what our own eyes cannot see.

What is the difference between yesterday and today? How many countries are still suffering? How many people are homeless? Have their numbers increased? Oh Iraq, are you any better? Oh Palestine, are you still alive? Oh Lebanon, tell me, how is your Beirut? Oh Africa, are you still hungry? Oh Europe, how are your homes? Many questions swirled in my mind, and many images resurfaced from my unconscious memory, voices calling from the past.

16/09/2020