Terrace

yellow and red fabric and headphones

A terrace wavers undecidedly between being a public and a private space. I feel that understanding the subjective boundaries of what determines privacy helps us understand a location, a culture. From this, I began to build a terrace in the front space of an empty house in Shatana. I welcomed the help of others who labored, offered opinions and kept me company. Eventually, I decided the terrace would serve as a kind of performance space. I asked the workshop participants to join me in the space to sing a song together. This act would reiterate a different kind of invisible privacy, one tied more directly to my own struggle with nostalgia for the Arab world. In the end, I provided a recording of the singing on headphones for visitors to listen to; they listened in on a private moment within a group sharing a song together.