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A pink theme.

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3 text works. ongoing. poster-bombing upcoming. i have the intention to host high-quality resolution (pdf) downloadables of these works. for the freedom of individuals to do what they may with them and as a fund-raising activity to in the future, printing offset editions of these.

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a near static scene. a silent monologue.

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i. CORNER ii. LEG iii. WALPOLE

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part ii. resolution

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a few days ago, it came into my mind that i could find a relation between the four parts of john coltrane's spiritually-charged jazz magnum opus, ’a love supreme’, and the poses a muslim enacts in their prayer. hence, here i tried to photograph coltrane's music as a four-part visual sequence. the timeliness of this thought, i'd like to believe is my own reaction, towards this omnipresent coverage by the world in striving to grasp the question of 'who i am'.

in every few days, every positive coverage that ascends us up the imaginary ladder of where we stand in the world's mind, works its way back a many steps.

manchester happened, and truly, my condolences for those men and women. it strikes a nerve with me because, it’s a city i hold dear to my heart for what it means…the residence of my favourite football team, the bands i love; joy division, the smiths, (a little bit of) the oasis and apparently so, as where engels and marx began to write their communist manifesto. i’ve envisioned it as a city i would love to call home, because of how steeped in history it is. this, despite my recollection of being there once when i was nine years young and it being bloody cold, shivering through three layers of jumpers and being knocked back by the strong wind.

but when its headlines populated my feeds, there was no denying that i exasperated an utterance of 'fucking hell’, with true despair, as i knocked myself back into my chair and looked upwards. would i ever see the light of a day where my faith's mention in a public sphere of discussion, would not bring the hairs on my neck to stand.

so in this way, it was my answer to my own pondering of 'who am i? who is a muslim?’. a question so timely for even us, being in this month of ramadhan. a month of denying ourselves off some of the simplest and most basic of desires in food and water - for empathy, discipline and reconnection to spirituality.  a month to live simply, for ’simplicity is faith’ the prophet once said. so, i am a person, whose duty is to have his faith in god, to establish it before all in his prayer. and in those prayers, i ask for some universals - sincerity, faith, humility, health. but…i also ask for some corny shit, like, for that one time i prayed for that girl not to ghost on me and hit me back on text…it didn't work out, she ghosted.

thus, it was only my desire to rewrite the narrative that dominates my faith during these turbulent moments. from something supposedly hellbent on coercing its principles upon men, something worthy of war, of destruction, of persecution, back to what i believe it to be, a truly personal desire to reform one's own character into being the best that it can be.

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tonight, felt well.

as well as this beating heart has been for some time.

my hips, they swang and swayed to italo-disco on the dancefloor.

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in the room of a new friend, we listened to this.

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iphone photographs.

(i) two apples in a green plastic bag after a cigarette.

(ii) pink twist lays against the gray.

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‘la collectioneuse’

i collect many things and keep them all close to me to the ceiling from the floor i'm tripping on them constantly (charlotte gainsbourg)

photographs + fashion : hanafi ghazali model: bianca

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arielle / i love hyde park

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hand on the heart beat (homage to wales bonner's man).

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a qasidah, is translatable as an ode, a form of poetry, sung with its own rhythmic metre.

and from the qasidah’s that are gifted to us from the people of the past, this is a favourite for my heart.

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yâ tawwâb tub ‘alainâ yâ tawwâb tub ‘alainâ warhamnâ wandhur ilainâ warhamnâ wandhur ilainâ

o acceptor of repentance, please accept our repentance. o acceptor of repentance, please accept our repentance. please love us and look upon us. please love us and look upon us.

qod kafânî ‘ilmu robbî min su-âlî wakhtiyârî fadu’â-î wabtihâlî syâhidun lî biftiqôrî

my lord’s knowledge has sufficed me from asking or choosing. for my prayer and my agonising supplication is witness to my poverty (of an intense need).

falihâdzâs-sirri ad’û fî yasârî wa ‘asârî ana ‘abdun shôro fakhrî dlimna faqrî wadlthirôrî

for this secret i make supplication in times of ease and times of difficulty. i am a slave whose pride is in his poverty and obligation.

yâ ilâhî wa malîkî anta ta’lam kaifa hâlî wa bimâ qod halla qolbî min humûmin wasytighôlî

o my lord and my king, you know my state. and what has settled in my heart of agonies and preoccupations.

fatadâroknî biluthfin minka yâ mawlâl mawâlî yâ karîmal wajhi ghitsnî qobla an yafnâ -shthibârî

save me with a gentleness from you, o lord of lords. oh save me, most generous before I run out of patience (with myself).

yâ sarî’al ghoutsi ghoutsan minka yudriknî sarî’ân yahzimul ‘usro wa ya,tî billadzî arjû jamî’ân

o one who is swift in sending aid, i ask for aid that will arrive to me swiftly. it will defeat all difficulty and it will bring all that I hope for.