They want to forget, but their bodies cannot.
Lahmi, My Flesh, brought me back to Siliana. To a moment when a town chose to empty itself. When silence became the loudest form of resistance.
In 2021, ten years after the violent crackdown on the city’s population, we returned. We documented the exact impact points of small projectiles on the survivors’ bodies, mapping the wounds with precision, letting the evidence speak for itself.
Those same positionings were then transposed onto the window screens of the Tunisian parliament. Each mark placed deliberately. The parliament, the house of the people, confronted directly with the criminal acts carried out by the Islamist government in 2011 and 2012.
Three bodies meet in this work: the individual, the state, the institution. Lahmi (2023) asks what it means to carry all of them at once, not just in memory, but in the flesh.
