72-hrs

it’s true i’ve been physically away from my blog but my mind remained logged to the 72 hrs. Everytime i check the site i feel the urge to find a new post, someone new who was curious to visit me, with whom i could share the event. I’m glad that people have visited the old posts during my absence.It was an absence that occured despite my will.I felt as if all my energy was sucked by those moments inside the lab.I can’t deny the stress hadi and i went through while preparing for what we were never sure whether it was turning out to be an event or an attempt of event.The word event surely doesn’t match with the project that’s why it was called experience in our communication.
I went through difficult times after the whole thing was over,emotionally i felt empty as if nothing important or pleasurable existed any longer.As if life outside the box was something new but dull.I craved to find passion outside the 72 hrs but so far i have not.I have had many challenges also,one is the robbery that took place before,during and after the experience and the other is the fact that I didn’t have any income,since i spent more than a month doing nothing but concentrating on the logistics.
I will reveal in the next post, every detail i know from the robbery and the facts that remained a mistery will remain one of the 72 hrs unsolved problem.

Dear Friends,

Please leave me all your comments and impressions about the 72 hrs event and keep on logging in for more pictures, posts and up coming events.

It has been a month of rest, that’s why I was absent during the past days. As some of you might have noticed I haven’t written much during the last hours of the 72 hrs, I was taken by my art activity and struggling to keep every bit of my energy in order to finish painting on time.

I intend to share what I have felt with you through this website.
I also would appreciate it if you can let me know where is it (in which media; tv station or neewspaper), you’ve hear about the event and when. As i’m trying to do my best to collect the articles and reviews that appeared in the Press.

I love you

Kiki

hello,
keep on logging in and wait for the new sections of the website… photos of the “72 hrs”, invitations for the exhibition, pictures of the paintings, “Cut Piece”, etc.
x

I started to discover my inner self for the first time in my life. The people standing outside the window were like my mirror and they could make me be aware of the transformation phase I went through. I did a lot of soul searching in this journey. I discovered my weaknesses and my strengths; I realized how far I could go with my body, soul and mind. I conquered what kept me in life from moving forward. It was all new, I feel today as if I am a new born. The colors I was working with meant a lot to me. They were there still, with no life at all; I had to find a reason for them to be there.

Sometimes I got scared I felt I was going to faint, my eyes would betray me and I struggled so hard to keep them open. That’s why it was important for me to watch from time to time the action happening outside the window. The strangers’ and friends’ encouragements gave me the will to continue in this journey. While I couldn’t move my body anymore I felt I had no choice but to disregard the pain it experienced otherwise it would have surrendered and laid on the floor. I didn’t eat much, food was not important for my survival.

I’m outside now, you all guessed I’m sure. I’m sorry I didn’t write during the last hours, I couldn’t think clearly. The last night was the hardest, I had to wear as some of you might have noticed, my sun glasses to stop the light from burning my eyes. I sat on the chair, the two crazy fans I mentionned in my last post, were sitting on the bech behind the window shouting: don’t sleep!! don’t sleep!! I had to paint the ceiling and I was so dizzy that everytime I clinmbed on the ladder I felt like climbing on a skyscraper. I had the laptop at one point, on my knees cause I knew that some of you were waiting for a new post, wanted to know what was happening inside. I couldn’t write anything, nothing at all and the only words that came out were: i’m sitting in the company of two crazy fans.
That night I postponed my work for a couple of hours. At 3 am I was figuring out a way to reach the ceiling. Finally the two crazy fans came up with a plan. They thought that if I put Kleenex into the glove (the big one) and insert the stuffed glove into the wooden stick, it’ll create the same effect as my hand and would reach the ceiling. It did reach it but the effect was far from being the one i was looking for. So this plan has failed. I sat waiting for a couple of hours to pass by. My butt hearted me so did my legs and arms. When I stood up the sun had come up and I started to find my strength again. The two crazy fans (Rafael and Selim) had gone to sleep. Although everytime I thought that they would sacrifice longer hours to keep me awake.

I climbed again on the ladder and since the hours were counted I started painting and painting all over the canvas on the left. I was satisfied with the result. But like every morning my body started shivering, my eyes would drop tears despite my will to cry and It would take me tremendous effort to move my body parts in a direction or the other. I was lucky to still be there, breathing although the look in people’s eyes that started to stare again from the outside, was a pittiful look. Was I in danger? I asked myself when my head started to weigh like a hundred tons.

the jounrey is not over yet i still have to paint the artwork hanged to the ceiling. i’m so tired now and all my body is aching but i’m more than .

Tangui I will surely be tuned to the station in a while.

I’m drinking coffee now, in the company of two crazy fans!@.

Dear Friends,
pls respect this neighborhood we’re at and try not to make noise after 12-30. I guess it’s normal that residents would get annoyed especially that houses are already surounded by clubs.

You all know how much did the residents of Gemmayze endure, as for me, i’ve never thought 72 hrs wld attract crowds that’s why the problem of the noise wasn’t in my thoughts.

I have received a letter just now claiming that a respectful resident is not being capable of sleeping. Pls once again don’t be loud.

i appreciate your cooperation in this important mission.