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march 2025 .
A Case Against Contemporary Art and Digital Media
I’m writing this under a red blanket in my room, using my aunt’s laptop. I’m filled with rage, and I want to cry, because I don’t know if what I’m doing with my life has any real value. Hustling day and night, building a portfolio full of “beautiful” artwork, pictures of conventionally attractive people, modern aesthetics stamped with approval by the elites, the cool kids of the elites, and, of course, the ones who wish they were elites. What’s the purpose of art? What’s the purpose of being an artist? Can it even be a job, something to survive off of, to sustain a life, a family? Yes, I am fucking furious because to make it, I have to strip away my values, conform to some bullshit beauty standard, produce work that is digestible, aesthetic, sellable—work that feeds the endless scroll of social media, a machine owned by people who steal your data, decide what you see, what you think, what you believe. There’s no way around it. You need an account, need to post weekly—hell, daily—to stay relevant, to keep the algorithm from burying you alive. And then, if you actually make it into the so-called “art scene,” you’re in for a different kind of hell—networking, fake smiles, pretending to like people who don’t give a shit about you, just to climb one step higher. Being an artist fucking sucks. Maybe the grass is greener where you water it, but watering is exhausting when it feels like you’re pouring into poisoned soil. To be seen, to be validated, you need to sacrifice yourself, make work that the elites approve of—work that is just obscure enough for them to claim it as intellectual property, something only they can truly understand. Because if it’s for everyone, if it’s accessible, then why would they pay for it? Why would they collect it, own it, claim it as a marker of their refined taste? Take filmmaking, for example. Your image has to be polished, pristine, worthy of the newest, most expensive camera. If you shoot on a cheap camcorder, on your phone, with shaky hands and grainy footage, good fucking luck getting your work taken seriously. Art has been reduced to a status symbol—like designer clothes, a flex, a way to show power. If you can afford the right tools, then maybe, maybe you’re worth looking at. And yet—despite all of this, despite the hypocrisy, despite the rage—what the fuck else can I do? Creating is the only thing that makes me feel human, like I actually exist. Nothing compares to the moment when a kid, a teenager, someone who has zero background in cinema, watches my film and gets excited, asks if there’s more. When someone tells me my work made them feel something, made them think, made them question shit they never questioned before. hell even if my works made them laugh then, maybe that’s where I belong. That’s when my art means something. To be an artist is to carry pain, to take everything that hurts and somehow try to turn it into something else. Something softer, funnier or something so raw it cuts. Maybe to make a small part of this world less unbearable. Maybe so that somewhere, someone, someday won’t have to go through what we did.

30/03/2024

Five days ago, I traveled to my hometown for a project I volunteered to collaborate on with my childhood friend. The two pictures below were taken in the town of Kalaat Assneen in western Tunisia, near my hometown. This is the so-called 'The Jugurtha Tableland,' a mesa named after the King of Numidia. Wikipedia says, 'Around 112 to 105 B.C., King Jugurtha used the mesa to hold off the Roman legions in his long war with them. The highest cliffs of the mesa still show signs of the steps his soldiers chiseled into the sheer rock to reach the top.' A truly magnificent creation of the cosmos, natural phenomena have contributed to the state of this masterpiece of earth we have today. 'The Tableland is a geologic feature known as an inverted relief. Millions of years ago, the hard limestone top of the mesa was actually the bottom of a valley. Over the years, the softer surrounding hills were worn away by erosion, leaving the Tableland - and former low point - as the highest point on a plain.

18/03/2024

bought this plant today, It was random I didn't plan on buying it when I went shopping, I picked that one based on its rosetta shape,but it turned out ot be an interesting plant, at least one that doesn't die easily

17/03/2023

03/01/2023

22/01/2023

2022

Last night i had a dream about this red-haired lady, one afternoon i went to an old friend's house, and there she was, the red haired lady is her mom. i was fascinated by her beauty and the way she takes care of her family. i have never seen her outside. i had an urge to talk to her, i involuntarily said "you must be the happiest person alive". she smiled and replied "you are right dear, I am the happiest person alive" i asked her about the secret behind her happiness, despite the fact that she doesn't live in the fanciest house nor is she married to the richest or most handsome man alive, she is not even a notable person and admired for her character. how can you be the happiest person alive? i wondered she said softly. "even though i am a very private person and don't share my thoughts to people outside of my family, but you deserve to know, as your question is interesting. I am the happiest person alive, because i am grateful for what i have, and have always been so. my husband isn't the smartest, richest nor is he the most handsome man alive, but i chose him, because he was the only one to notice me when i was withered and ugly. he took care of me. and loved me for what i was, he has somehow seen me, the real me. and from that moment i started to flourish, and so i vowed to always stay by his side, and show my sacred beauty only to him. i didn't want anything else in the world. because everything else is distorted and ugly. here i have seen the light with him, we live by what we have, we are not greedy, we accepted who we are, we don't want anything from anyone. we are enough. and that is my child the secret to my happiness. always remember to stay true to yourself and be with people who truly care about you". and that's when i woke up. and realized what a beautiful spiritual dream i had.