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      <image:title>If this city would talk... - Homeless Homes</image:title>
      <image:caption>Down the alleys of Gamaleya area lies a haunted place, not the first one to encounter and certainly will not be my last in mysterious Cairo. In a narrow alley on the border of Bab el Nasr and surrounded by an residential area, a four stories high building stands tall lost... Its doors left open to the wanderers and for any refugee in search for a shelter. I am welcomed with a cat lying on top of burdens of blankets and other left over miscellaneous. As I climbing those clumps of blankets and the piles of withered belongings, I reach the stairs which leads me to a mystery...</image:caption>
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      <image:title>If this city would talk... - Homeless Homes</image:title>
      <image:caption>A burned door that remains shedding its ashes... its open leading to another room with a decayed bed that seems to have been beaten badly by the days...</image:caption>
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      <image:title>If this city would talk... - Homeless Homes</image:title>
      <image:caption>As if life has paused and stopped in time..things standing for hours, days and months calling but no one is listening... this house aroused some depressing feelings which I felt good and bad about it...I  couldn't believe such imageries existed in real... i felt like I intruded a film in the making with stills turning into reality...</image:caption>
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      <image:title>If this city would talk... - Homeless Homes</image:title>
      <image:caption>A shot of people escaping a fire...fleeing with their life and taking what their hands can only grasp... leaving behind a lifetime of memories.  Going up the aged stairs that can barley hold the burden of itself let alone trying to hold burdens of others...</image:caption>
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      <image:title>If this city would talk... - Homeless Homes</image:title>
      <image:caption>Moments shattered and time divided between what has gone and what has remained...  </image:caption>
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      <image:title>If this city would talk... - Homeless Homes</image:title>
      <image:caption>What do they have left but the fragments of the past, of their memories? What do they have to hold on to that reminds them of 'who they are'?</image:caption>
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      <image:title>If this city would talk... - Homeless Homes</image:title>
      <image:caption>And the one thing that stands still no matter what is shattered and what is torn...    </image:caption>
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      <image:title>If this city would talk... - Homeless Homes</image:title>
      <image:caption>Piles and layers of time... props that was once alive with the living and dead with the abandonment... crumbling in the corner and turning their backs to those who left...</image:caption>
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      <image:title>If this city would talk... - Homeless Homes</image:title>
      <image:caption>Holding on yet letting go of the past...</image:caption>
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      <image:title>If this city would talk... - Homeless Homes</image:title>
      <image:caption>Spiderwebs weaving the threads of memories and trying to lock the fibers of the past with the present..</image:caption>
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      <image:title>If this city would talk... - Homeless Homes</image:title>
      <image:caption>And as I explore such places I am always in awe to the dust, rust and the textures of age and the meanings that lie behind such imageries... I always wonder about the stories that were once told and the lives that such places revived... as much as a place can be old and grimy, I am obsessed with the ambiguity of such details and the hidden tales. I reach to a point where I can sometimes start imagining and creating my version of those fictional tales and stories about those places. The past haunts me and the present grounds me while the future awakens me and with all What Cairo hides is always the best surprise.... and as once a greek friend, Christina who has been living in Cairo for 8 years told me," you know what i love about Cairo...is that it is filled with hidden gems..."</image:caption>
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    <lastmod>2017-09-21</lastmod>
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      <image:title>If this city would talk... - The French Institute for Oriental Archaeology ( part 1) - Inside the Museum of the old press</image:title>
      <image:caption>Before the printing press landed in Almounira palace it was in its initial place near Noubar Pasha street, in The Antique khana. Yet, a bigger space was needed at that time. So later in 1907 the press was moved to its current spot, Al Mounira Palace, under the french Egyptologist, Emile Chassinat who became the founder and the manager of the institute and the press. To this date the press is working and the institute is serving its purpose as the hub for oriental archeological studies under the french institute.    The machine above is the first version of a monotype printer.</image:caption>
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      <image:title>If this city would talk... - The French Institute for Oriental Archaeology ( part 1) - The monotype printer.</image:title>
      <image:caption>Where you register the letter and it turns into a dot then the monotype printer turns it into a letter.</image:caption>
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      <image:title>If this city would talk... - The French Institute for Oriental Archaeology ( part 1) - Letter cases with different fonts that we still use till now !</image:title>
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      <image:title>If this city would talk... - The French Institute for Oriental Archaeology ( part 1) - Ink Trials area</image:title>
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      <image:title>If this city would talk... - The French Institute for Oriental Archaeology ( part 1) - A page of a book</image:title>
      <image:caption>where you collect all the letters and place it together to form a page, you then run it through a printing press to print it. Imagine how long would a process like this take, just collecting the letters and creating one page !</image:caption>
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      <image:title>If this city would talk... - The French Institute for Oriental Archaeology ( part 1) - Hieroglyphic letters</image:title>
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      <image:title>If this city would talk... - The French Institute for Oriental Archaeology ( part 1)</image:title>
      <image:caption>Entering here you smell and feel the past, you feel it through the old grayish walls, the sound of the cracked wooden floor, the rustic windows, the stained pages of the old printed books, the last surviving book that was printed here using the old machines...you smell the old wood, the old ink, the last bits of charcoal used to work the machines... all this compiles to draw an image of the history of the glorious ages this printing press once lived!</image:caption>
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      <image:title>If this city would talk... - The French Institute for Oriental Archaeology ( part 1) - The Index of letters</image:title>
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      <image:title>If this city would talk... - The French Institute for Oriental Archaeology ( part 1) - Lilian amin, such a sweet personality who was very helpful and was so open to showing me around the museum and talking to me about the endless facilities of the space !</image:title>
      <image:caption>Lilian is the Assistant editor. Here she was showing me the letter cases and talking me through the process of how a worker would compile a book and put a page together. A process that required so much Patience!</image:caption>
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      <image:title>If this city would talk... - The French Institute for Oriental Archaeology ( part 1) - Typo Boston Machine 1898</image:title>
      <image:caption>This was the first development press for the hand printing and it used to do all kinds of printing, such as flyers, letters, books, envelopes etc.</image:caption>
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    <lastmod>2017-05-09</lastmod>
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      <image:title>If this city would talk... - Echoing others through JR's INSIDEOUT art project</image:title>
      <image:caption>In the city of Alexandria and on May 5th, 2017 we decided to do something different, to create a change at El Shatby Hospital.... and to turn the hospital inside out...</image:caption>
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      <image:title>If this city would talk... - Echoing others through JR's INSIDEOUT art project</image:title>
      <image:caption>El Shatby university hospital serves a population of around 5 million child and infant. The pediatric surgery department performs around 7000 surgeries annually free of charge for the underprivileged children born with congenital anomalies. These birth defects usually have a devestating effect on the quality of life of those children and sometimes can be severe enough to threaten their lives. We participated in the Global art project INSIDEOUT which is done by a french graffiti artist called JR. We photographed people of the hospital, sent them to the Inside out Team and they sent us back the photos so we can paste them on the location we chose,the walls of the hospital.  Through this project we are shedding the light on the children suffering from congenital anomalies who have been victims of our society due to lack of awareness and health care.    </image:caption>
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      <image:title>If this city would talk... - Echoing others through JR's INSIDEOUT art project</image:title>
      <image:caption>A dialogue and a state of confrontation happens between each portrait and the the passersby in the streets, trying to evoke and grab attention of the people. Revealing what's hidden, bringing the inside of the community to the outside world.  In many cases this project works on the people of the community we are focusing on to create a change around them and also more importantly create awareness.</image:caption>
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      <image:title>If this city would talk... - Echoing others through JR's INSIDEOUT art project</image:title>
      <image:caption>Art then becomes a combination of many things: aesthetics, concepts, ideas, stories to tell, colors, lines, a dialogue and its the people... Art then becomes a tool for social change ! It can be used and it can also be abused !  As JR asks:  "CAN ART CHANGE THE WORLD? MAYBE WE SHOULD CHANGE THE QUESTION: CAN ART CHANGE PEOPLE'S LIVES?”</image:caption>
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      <image:title>If this city would talk... - Echoing others through JR's INSIDEOUT art project</image:title>
      <image:caption>This project transforms people's voices and identity into works of art. Using art for a purpose...</image:caption>
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      <image:title>If this city would talk... - Echoing others through JR's INSIDEOUT art project</image:title>
      <image:caption>Representing identities and giving voice to others through pasting their photos on the walls...</image:caption>
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      <image:title>If this city would talk... - Echoing others through JR's INSIDEOUT art project</image:title>
      <image:caption>A collaboration happens bringing people together for one cause.</image:caption>
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      <image:title>If this city would talk... - Echoing others through JR's INSIDEOUT art project</image:title>
      <image:caption>And a back and forth dialogue happens between the spectator and the artwork...</image:caption>
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      <image:title>If this city would talk... - Echoing others through JR's INSIDEOUT art project</image:title>
      <image:caption>I photographed people from the children hospital community; nurses, doctors, children and even janitors; I was focusing on the community as a whole because at the end that’s what mattered is to expose the full community and not just focus on certain individuals.</image:caption>
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      <image:title>If this city would talk... - Echoing others through JR's INSIDEOUT art project</image:title>
      <image:caption>As easy as glue, paper and Ink...simple enough to make a change... the power of art is never underestimated.</image:caption>
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      <image:title>If this city would talk... - Echoing others through JR's INSIDEOUT art project</image:title>
      <image:caption>ART can change the way we see the world- JR</image:caption>
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      <image:title>If this city would talk... - Echoing others through JR's INSIDEOUT art project</image:title>
      <image:caption>Each portrait carrying a timeline behind it and reflecting the community of the Hospital...</image:caption>
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      <image:title>If this city would talk... - Echoing others through JR's INSIDEOUT art project</image:title>
      <image:caption>"I WISH FOR YOU TO STAND UP FOR WHAT YOU CARE ABOUT BY PARTICIPATING IN A GLOBAL ART PROJECT, AND TOGETHER WE'LL TURN THE WORLD... INSIDE OUT "JR</image:caption>
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      <image:title>If this city would talk... - Echoing others through JR's INSIDEOUT art project</image:title>
      <image:caption>The photo then becomes a person and becomes an identity...A conceptual use of a photo creates a dialogue between the passerby and the portraits.</image:caption>
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      <image:title>If this city would talk... - Echoing others through JR's INSIDEOUT art project</image:title>
      <image:caption>After pasting the photos, the walls look totally altered, one feels there is something alive...</image:caption>
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      <image:title>If this city would talk... - Echoing others through JR's INSIDEOUT art project</image:title>
      <image:caption>A continuous dialogue happens through this project...  </image:caption>
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      <image:title>If this city would talk... - Echoing others through JR's INSIDEOUT art project</image:title>
      <image:caption>This project took us six months of preparation, to take the photos of the people, to let them sign the consent form and educate them about the project...we wanted everyone to participate and be part of the change... "What we see changes who we are" .. JR</image:caption>
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      <image:title>If this city would talk... - Echoing others through JR's INSIDEOUT art project</image:title>
      <image:caption>when we act together the whole thing is much more than the sum of the parts...JR</image:caption>
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      <image:title>If this city would talk... - Echoing others through JR's INSIDEOUT art project</image:title>
      <image:caption>With the simple materials that are being used this project is supposed to be left without any human interference of bringing it down. Its supposed to fade away by time while it creates its impact in the community.    </image:caption>
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      <image:title>If this city would talk... - Echoing others through JR's INSIDEOUT art project</image:title>
      <image:caption>But because we dont live in the ideal world and due to people's ignorance, before the posters complete their 24 hours on the wall, I received a phone call from the hospital saying that the posters were torn down and trashed to pieces. I would have never expected such a reaction especially that we have talked with the people themselves and took their consent through mouth and paper signature but I was just speechless... its sad to see how they are rejecting the change by themselves.</image:caption>
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      <image:caption>COLLISION...  </image:caption>
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      <image:caption>LIFE IS BUT A PERFORMANCE... we are all actors in a play...playing our roles that we have scripted ourselves...we live up to other's expectations and come to learn by time to live up to our own expectations.... there are limitations and obstacles...life teaches us to cross and overcome them.</image:caption>
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      <image:caption>Disability is a performance...disabled people live most of their lives trying to cross obstacles and break limitations in their life...whether on a wheel chair or any sort of aid...they are always in motion and action...performing their disability, feeling the familiar and unfamiliar...</image:caption>
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      <image:title>If this city would talk... - The Rhythm of Form @DCAF</image:title>
      <image:caption>we as the crowd trying to imitate the role of the crowd...we are the audience that the performers feed off of.</image:caption>
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      <image:caption>PARTING versus UNITING...feeling of separation.  </image:caption>
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      <image:caption>Its the feeling of a circus...loud Running and trying to race to catch our chance in life...</image:caption>
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      <image:title>If this city would talk... - The Rhythm of Form @DCAF</image:title>
      <image:caption>you feel the beat slowing down and suddenly its out...</image:caption>
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      <image:title>If this city would talk... - The Rhythm of Form @DCAF</image:title>
      <image:caption>but then its not really out unless you decide to give up on it...you give it one more chance and the blood stream runs back up...your back to LIFE to perform...</image:caption>
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      <image:caption>I stepped into my closet of memories, my father’s family house in Mahalla el Kobra. I hadn’t been there for over 7 years. Time was stored in one place. And, the watch had stopped. I could recall history as, from each corner the tales of its passing, spoke. I saw my life stream by as I moved between the objects and the furniture. Looking at myself in photographs of myself and reflected in my grandparent’s vintage portrait prints, each part of me lived again in each single remnant of the house we were passing on now, to other newer owners.</image:caption>
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      <image:caption>“Around my home”, is a mental journey and a physical bond: A series of juxtaposed images and streams of words throughout. Taken on and around the premises of my family’s residence home where I have always lived and come to be, this sojourn is documented through a series of photos that if looked at separately might seem to be individual images that have little relationship, yet when placed together create a personal narrative of my own altered feelings during the isolation period required during the pandemic of Covid-19, we are enduring. The journey is a manifestation of the phase of my own feelings of doubt and the continuous flow of questions in my mind. The journey is a manifestation of how home can be envisioned as a place that lives within you, around you and a place that is created by you. It can be your body and your physical realm. Confining in a place for a long time has allowed me to explore the notion of my home and its structure as a place that unfolds and changes before my eyes just as my own self changes. A home can be seen as a place of evolution and life... not necessarily a place of warmth and familiarity, but as a place of strangeness and adaptation. Certain spots at home carry meaning and memories since your childhood. They have a specific meaning and change as you explore them. Home is a place you build and shape your relationship with and, not every place in it is comfortable. It took me some time to find that sweet bitter spot at home. My thought process and the way the series rounded together was inspired mainly by day to day spontaneous thoughts and unplanned activities that used to encompass my day. Book quotations I found resonated so well with my current milieu, to objects and to certain locations at home that helped me live with my isolation and adapt to a place I know is my home but still doubted its reality. As my days pass they are not the same yet they appear to endlessly repeat themselves. I find myself walking towards the little garden on my grandmother’s balcony trying to connect it to my outer world, overlooking the grounds and slides of my childhood. This is where I can breathe properly and see beyond the sky, beyond my physical and mental peripheries. It’s where I can expand and grow. It is also where I can hide behind my shadows. Behind my own doubting self. Questioning what and where I reached out to and whether I was able to achieve a small part of what I dreamt of. I’m bound to think and feel disconnection and separation, although I’m embraced in the place I feel most familiar in. Yet the feelings of the word “separation” remain within me and never leave my body. The feelings manifest in me physically, like a gravitational pull, when I look back over my life and wonder what holds are there on the self? Do connections have to be physically visible? Do all boundaries separate into multitudes of parts so many they can no longer be located in time or even in physical space?</image:caption>
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      <image:caption>Cairo, a city that is always in constant change and transitional moments, yet to say it’s still the same…The dust, the falling walls, the cracked paint along with the wooden doors, the windows, the rustic metals, and the aged texture…are all elements that create a spontaneous image of Cairo. A city trapped in its own past and stretching to an unknown future.</image:caption>
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      <image:caption>It is the first mark you make and it is the only mark you can express anything with. Line is used beyond art and it is one of the most basic representations of life. The continuity and the rhythm of the lines reflects memories and glimpses of the past that I relate to. Although in Islamic art the line was used  geometrically and the differences were very distinctive in the way the line was used, the art that was produced reflected the rich and varied cultures of Islamic societies. Therefore, through my work I am trying to revolutionize the way the line is created and used, transforming it from a very traditional, conventional and a geometric shape that acts solely in a certain space to a more contemporary and modern factor that acts according to the elements surrounding it. I am experimenting with the unlimited options the line give me and the use of the line with different surfaces, backgrounds, materials, and its relationship within shapes.</image:caption>
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      <image:caption>During the Egyptian revolution, graffiti played a seminal role in the depiction of public perceptions of events. The streets served as a live platform where people voiced their opinions on many political and social issues. The graffiti was born within the dust and dirt, the crowded bustle and messiness of the city of Cairo. During the revolution, graffiti mimicked the highly fluid, often volatile scenes of Egypt at the time. It was all about symbolism, using minimal text and image to send direct, easily understood and recalled messages. Painting on the walls, stenciling and other art forms were often far more powerful and challenging than mainstream media. My work is a response to the graffiti covering the walls on Mohamed Mahmoud Street, a street that witnessed many of the now historically documented massacres. Local people, artists and activists documented and recorded these massacres by painting the portraits of the people who died on that street, turning the site into a graveyard commemorating their loss. The walls became invisible behind the images, allowing artists and viewers to break through all physical boundaries, cross over fictive borders, the imaginary ‘lines in the sand’ separate truth from illusion. The graffiti reminded viewers that what was once ever-present had disappeared and gone. The handmade paper used in this exhibition brings to life those portraits while the gaze and stare of each face confronts the viewer, questioning reality. The series of portraits displayed here together in a row, simulates for the viewer the experience of that dramatic moment of history on Mohamed Mahmoud Street. Graffiti became a weapon and an echo of the past as it memorialized the people who died and the place of their sacrifice. This exhibition attempts to connect this historical moment to the present, as people continue to fight for their rights and for a genuine Egyptian democracy.   </image:caption>
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      <image:caption>Panorama Mada Masr: Shelves Of Time I discover my grandfather after he passed away through his left behind objects and photographs.</image:caption>
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      <image:caption>Middle East Eye: In pictures, Egyptian Female Photographers Stage A Revolution Through Photography.</image:caption>
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      <image:caption>Centre Soleil d’Afrique Prize – Amina Ayman Kadous (Egypt) Outstanding female artist from Africa whose work shows signs of promise and development.</image:caption>
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      <image:caption>Centre Soleil d’Afrique Prize – Amina Ayman Kadous (Egypt) Outstanding female artist from Africa whose work shows signs of promise and development.</image:caption>
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