“I took the road without taking photographs, I first needed to discover, to immerse myself in the valley, to live in it, to smell it, to get close to the light, to illuminate me with its colors, returning most often to the same places, I prowled around the Jordan, hidden, further down, exiled river its shores strewn with watchtowers and military checkpoints.Thanks to friends, I was able to approach it, I even photographed it … Small bits of forbidden mirrors, timeless series of details and landscapes, out of touch with reality.
Born in the Lebanese mountains, the Jordan waters Lebanon, Syria, Israel, Palestine and Jordan before finishing its journey in the Dead Sea. Since the Six-Day War in 1967, the North Valley has become a military zone.
In Ghor, the inhabitants have returned to the destroyed hamlets and villages, but the aftermath of the war is still visible and the check points dot the roads. To enter their orchards, emptied by curfew every evening at 5 pm, farmers must show passes. In some areas, they no longer have the right to build greenhouses or plant trees. “Sometimes the soldiers do not recognize us and ask us where we are going when we go home …”
The valley is a land of excitement and extremes, shifting from violent light to sudden darkness, from joyful fullness to an incomprehensible effacement. In the Bible, it is described as the garden of God. I would like to show this biblical dimension of the river. ”
Farida Hamak – Border line, at the bend of the Jordan
January 15 – March 9, 2019
1/3 rue des Pierres Plantées