CHLOË ABDEL-NOUR & ZEV TROPP
GLIMMERS
Building little bridges for a mending world.
Moments of realisation, amidst the tumultuous crossing of rebellion as seed-making action as fruit.
We find ourselves in reverence, irreverent among colourful gestures.
Familial ties and knots weave our Abrahamic roots. But little pushes and pulls mount and spill over into both material and non-material violence. Constructs, made up - binaries like gender.
They say blood is thicker than water, but for the sake of argument, only water runs true. We may lay claims by blood, but our water is shared. Like rivers connected, dancing alongside and into each other.
Our moon tide is compassion, drawing in close to universal truths.
Sometimes, in the smallest and softest of things, little ripples are made. Recognising the need for bridges—a crossing for what seemed to be a great rift. Call us Arab or Jew; like clouds, unbound and stretching across the sky, constantly redefining themselves.
So why can’t we?
