arms are dyed in black with coal dust, his black arms are dyed in white
with clay... white hands on a black background and black hands on a
white zone : the inversion of our territories blurs our behavior and
establishes a factor of indeterminacy. Our hands structure routes of
fast exchange. Reflecting reality, passports, weapons, immigrants,
deported immigrants, medicines, tourism of the hunt, American war
movies, money, minerals, fetishes, pass from one territory to another
regardless of any notion of control, balance or equity.
After few seconds, we no longer know who is rejecting whom, who is
exploiting whom, who behaves as black or who behaves as white, who is
guilty or who is innocent. For centuries the North needed the energy of
the South, now rejection, humiliation and stigmatization have returned
- an absurdity in the age of multidirectional exchanges within the
city-world. A campaign image cut out from Le Monde newspaper offers the
reminder: ‘Immigrants are not criminals’...
Sharing a common history we’ve already taken so much from those
to whom we thought we had given all... Otherness should more than ever
be reversed into sameness...
video 16/9, 04:58 min, Bamako (Mali), 2007