FARYAL YAZDANIE

For دیکھ, she sat in the tunnel-like driveway, a mound of chalk before her. Dressed in white, with a grey shawl over her head, she wrote in Urdu on the wall, as if on a chalkboard. When she reached the bottom of the wall, she began writing on the floor. When she’d reached the opposite wall, she took a hammer and pounded at the letters that she had scrawled. Her work seemed to be in unconscious dialogue with that of Umme Farwa, who, positioned next to her, methodically trapped herself inside a circle of red powder that she had meticulously applied. Yazdanie states of the performance: “A person becomes a name, a name becomes a body, a body becomes an idea; then what life are you talking about?”