الغسّال | الطقوس التي لا تُطهّر القلب
At a time when we are accustomed to death as a passing evening news, the series “The Washer” comes to awaken in us the first tremor, not from the annihilation of the body, but from the rotting of souls that are still breathing. It is not a work about the dead, but about those who are alive and living on the margins of life, dangling day after day in the abyss of sin, without any help from purification. It is a muffled prayer said without a tongue, and water poured over lifeless bodies, but it does not reach the chests drowned in regret. Baqi: A shadow-like man Baqi doesn't talk much, but he carries the faces of those he washed on his face. Every body in front of him is not dead… but a mirror. Every ritual washing is not a religious rite, but an invocation of pain. We don't know if he's really washing them away... or trying to wash away his past that's been silently rotting away. Image language: Visual mourning The light is pale, as if coming from a lamp in Heaven's ...
