FATMA AL ALI

What do you do when every aspect of your life seems to be gone and forgotten, when our daily life is gone with the routine, how do you make sense of our inevitable departure. Footprints are left behind in the desert, often gone in the few seconds that comes in later with the wind to blow it over, and blur its definition. Footprints creating a perfect mold to be filled in. Many passed before us, many passed along side with us, and many will come long after us. I wanted to freeze that moment in time and space in an attempt to mark-make my existence, even if it meant for a little moment, even if it was for my eyes only.