Artist's Statement ما شهروندیم!
شهروندی یعنی تک پرتره من در کنار هزارن پرتره دیگر که اصلاً کاری به کار هم نداریم، مگر آنکه منافعمان در هم گره بخورد، یا در هم به خطر بیفتند، و یا حتی سایه هایشان به خون هم تشنه و همدیگر را نشانه رفته باشند. اینجا خبری از شبکه انسانی و نوع دوستی نیست. این کلیتِ متشکل از ده ها، هزاران، میلیونها جزءِ درمانده، هیچ نشانی از کندوهای شیرین عسل ندارد. ازدحامی درهم و برهم که اخلاق جمعی را جویده، وجدان اجتماعی را بلعیده، علاقه انسانی را قورت داده و جایشان استخوان سفت و سخت بی تفاوتی را قی کرده که جان می دهد برای لای زخم گذاشتن!
Citizenship means my lone portrait besides thousands other portraits while we absolutely have nothing t to with each other, unless our benefits gets engaged, or falls into risk with each other or even their shadows are thirsty for each other’s blood T aiming each other, ready to shoot. Here there is no sing of human network and love for the kind. This whole, constituted of tens, thousands, millions desperate parts has not even one iota of the sweet bee hive. A hubbub who has chewed mass ethics, has swallow social conciseness, has devoured human love and had thrown up a thick hard senseless bone which just fits for putting inside a wound.
کارمند شهرداری: «حسابی دردت آمد؟
Municipal worker :Did it hurt for good?
ما شهروندیم. فقط و فقط به آن خاطر که در شهر زندگی می کنیم. و زندگی در اینجا بر ما سوار است و با سرعتی سرسام برای خودش می تازد. اینجا ساعت روی بی ارزشی کوک می شود. به راستی من کیستم؟ ارزش من در چیست؟ آیا من برای این جامعه ارزش و اعتباری دارم؟
We are citizens. Just because we live in the city, and here, live is riding us like a horse and makes us run with an overwhelming speed. Here the watch is tuned according to worthlessness. Who am I realy? Where is my value hiding? Do I woth anything for this society or have any value?
شبانه، وقتی شهر به خواب می رود نجواهایی با باد در شهر می پیچد. نجواهایی خجالتی و ترسو، مثل کودکی معصوم. که ما شهروندیم! و اعتبار ما شهروندان کاغذی تا زمانی ست که مصرف داشته باشیم. تا زمانی که گیت ها را برای عبور آنکه ما را به دست گرفته است باز کنیم، عبور کند و سوار قطاری شود که او را به مقصدش می برد.
In the night when the city goes to sleep, they are murmurs which wander around in the city with the wind. Scared ,shy murmurs like an innocent child, that goes; we are citizens , and expire time of us, paper citizens are until we have a use, until we open the gates for the entrance of whom we are under control, that it makes its pass and embarks on a train which takes him to its destination.
شهروند: «پس مقصد ما کجاست؟»
Citizen: So where is our destination?
خدمه مترو: «باید خدمت مبارکتان عرض کنم که اینجاست؛ سطل بزرگ و قشنگ زباله.»
Subway worker: I have to tell you your majesty, its here, the pretty giant garbage bin.
شهروند: «پس قطارها برای چه کسی به حرکت در می آیند؟»
Citizen: so for whom the trains start ahead?
معاون شهردار: «هیس! بلیط ها حق صحبت ندارند.» !
Municipal assistant: husssh! Tickets don’t have the right to speak.
A chance to jump out of the queue
When pictures of human beings are contoured using spinning lines on the subway credit tickets, they merge with the whole ticket in a way that it seems they are hypnotized by them; credit humans who have been joined the expired time of a journey, a movement, and maybe drawing them with spinning lines which is considered the basis for all kinds of movements is an indication to the fact that a journey- movement from one point to another is the foundation of contemporary life. A location where would be the place of mergence and combination of seemingly social but various humans, without them showing even the lowest levels of connection or social conduct among themselves. Looks like they are all infected with a strange and ambiguous syndrome which has metamorphosed their human-social natures and dipped them into a tangled and prevailing silence and solitude; this is what shows itself vastly in the hanging canvases in the exhibit.
In many canvases in which the work is created in a black and white and staged fashion, the visitor faces a bunch of pictures that every one of them has its own local space and silent story and are apart from each other and at the same time are unified and merged with each other, looks like all of the silent human stories existing in the canvas are structurally connected and form a continuum. Just like the humans that are abundant in the canvas without any relation to one another, there is just a suspicious
flow, running in an eternal silence among them.
Maybe the staged form of these works which bear a kind of dual chromatic contradiction could be an indication to the existing contradiction and different social levels among the members of a society which at this point Hani Najm wants to penetrate its layers via art. Presenting a kind of human solitude using a visual report, the pseudo-theatrical happening place of which would be public transportation means, like buses, with nonverbal acts of humans with various and different characters, with shut and open eyes, with tired and exhausted faces, and sometimes humans which it seems like in the convex lens of a glance, their inner pain is projected more obviously.
Also in other canvases Hani Najm makes the visitor face some ideas and interpretations he has placed symbolically in the work. For instance in a three part work with its cold and grey colors which has put a special emphasis on the work, we face keys which he has placed in the occasionally colored mouths of persons who in the solitude of their daily commutes are leaning on just a cold pole. Here we have to notice the grounds of thought on which this work is created. Maybe these are the keys to the locks of reciprocal verbal communications and small talks between people in the straits of municipal trips in which all the tolerance of humans are packed in their silence in a fragile way in order to compete and own the seats that maybe they never get the chance to sit on! In some points peoples΄ faces are shown evil and demonic, in some distorted forms of hands and bodies and it is this very fact that increases the feeling of insecurity in stressed, alien and suspicious atmosphere of city journeys.
In another work, Hani Najm simultaneously makes use of pieces of photos and paintings and combines inner, enclosed and crowded spaces existing in public transportation means, with open and vast city and non-municipal spaces and streets and objects distorted by humans, and extends his report-like narrative in a more open mood, but with dark and gloomy colors wich in varios parts of the work creates a surreal and illusive atmosphere and bears with it nostalgic mood.
Canvases with rather different subjects but with similar style from Hani Najm are also exposed in this exhibit which seeing them would not be void of interest for curious and spiritual mind.
All in all canvases are historically signed in various times and show a time period between 2008 to 2012, the persuasion of which shows the progressive procedure of the artist.
This exhibit in its whole form has been able to satisfy that human need of a peace-seeking sole which, in the contemporary world, in mechanization and rolling of metal and rubber wheels of machines, and in the abundance of movements and junctions and transformations and hectic pace of changes, is moving towards a frightening and suspicious future. Expression and report about dreary states and bored and painful personal-social solitudes which in its core, foresees a kind of emotional-human disaster. Hani Najm has been able to appropriately show the relationship between artistic creation and the whole social foundation and society in his works and attain his own specific definition of complex human relationships and elements existing in society.
Through these art works, Hani Najm intends to set up relationships between human beings and put aside obstacles such as cultural and soul-psychological and class differences, excessive diversion of emotional sources in human beings, daily weariness of the soul, mechanized construction of human and social movements, weariness and frustrations resulting from increasing emotional and human distances between individuals, by means of using symbols and imagination.