Houariyates

I anchor my gaze in the eye of the camera. These women are Houariyartes and their music awakens a memory within my blood. Now, my internal dance has irregular rhythms and strange postures. It is situated in between homelands and defined by contradictory lines of thought. My song is made of accumulated materials and images crashing against each other. Now, every element, once revealed, conceals another. I find myself entangled while unraveling the narrative threads of my past.