MONIA BEN HAMOUDA - MIRANDA, PANE PROJECT

Monia Ben Hamouda, Survive, Adapt and Protect (Just Breath), 2017

Monia Ben Hamouda,
Survive, Adapt and Protect (Just Breath), 2017

Monia Ben Hamouda, Survive, Adapt and Protect (Just Breath), 2017

Monia Ben Hamouda,
Survive, Adapt and Protect (Just Breath), 2017

Monia Ben Hamouda, Survive, Adapt and Protect (You’ll Never be Missed), 2017 (Feat. Michele Gabriele)

Monia Ben Hamouda,
Survive, Adapt and Protect (You’ll Never be Missed), 2017 (Feat. Michele Gabriele)

Monia Ben Hamouda, Survive, Adapt and Protect (You’ll Never be Missed), 2017 (Feat. Michele Gabriele)

Monia Ben Hamouda,
Survive, Adapt and Protect (You’ll Never be Missed), 2017 (Feat. Michele Gabriele)

Monia Ben Hamouda, I’m Just Trying to Love You (Racoon), 2017

Monia Ben Hamouda,
I’m Just Trying to Love You (Racoon), 2017

Monia Ben Hamouda, Survive, Adapt and Protect (Just Breath), 2017 + Survive, Adapt and Protect (You’ll Never be Missed), 2017 (Feat. Michele Gabriele)

Monia Ben Hamouda,
Survive, Adapt and Protect (Just Breath), 2017 + Survive, Adapt and Protect (You’ll Never be Missed), 2017 (Feat. Michele Gabriele)

Monia Ben Hamouda, Shark. Meat. Demand. Increases, 2017

Monia Ben Hamouda,
Shark. Meat. Demand. Increases, 2017

Monia Ben Hamouda, Shark. Meat. Demand. Increases, 2017

Monia Ben Hamouda,
Shark. Meat. Demand. Increases, 2017

Flashing lights. When silence becomes unbearable because it enhances the sound sensation, I woke up, not without difficulties, in these open valleys with a free airflow which are sufficiently sheltered from strong west and north winds. 
Blinded by a dazzling sun, I carry my hands near to my eyes, then close them to darken this bright light. I open them again. The ground, strewn with blue gentians which descend several meters is breathtaking. ‘- Is it real?’ I try, with some delicacy, to pick one of them to smell the exquisite elixir of its perfume. 
Love. I remember this feeling; to love and to be loved. Also, the one who drives us to transcend ourselves through desire. Sweet passion: intense and pure, floating in an air balloon filled with a transparent liquid. Then, everything suddenly vanishes.
I repeat myself again. ‘- Everything suddenly vanishes.’ And I said ‘- Hello darkness, my old threat’. The stab wounds is like a reminder that love’s dart. ‘- Why does it torment?’ 
This long path is a duel with our arch-nemesis. Delusive and hurtful. Common to all; at every age, nothing escapes this all-destructive rage. 
I choose to pursuit my way from abyss into abyss; ‘- My mind over her dead matter.’ 
To imbibe the unknown and absorb the power of mystery. Gathering misdeeds and zests. Dull.

Text by Noëmi Merca.

Monia ben Hamouda - Miranda
Curated by PANE Project at Macelleria Antonio Miranda, Milan, March 14 - March 21
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