Nothing that you do not already know about the jurney

We could compare the temporal dimension experienced by migrants, whenever the borders close, to a flight that has an unknown duration.

The journey is not impacted only by the unknown of a suspended time and the enclosed space in which they are in: the uncertainty depends also on external figures and elements, which are completely unrelated to whom is the passenger of this journey.

The same is happening also to the information and news shared to the public opinion: facts are showed in pieces, well-divided in portions of happenings, bringing to the public attention only those events that might be striking.
This media mystification is transferred and reproduced on five plates, which narrate real facts and data: from the Greek post-2008 financial report to the rope used to ford the river while trying to cross the border between Greece and Macedonia, from the nautical map of Samos’ island to the amount that every EU country has to pay for each asylum seeker not accepted, to one of the strophe of the Turkish national hymn*.

The use of the plate as base, a daily object produced by the local artisans of the island, materializes the mystification, by being more resistant than a traditional media and, at the same time, fragile (as it is visible from the damages made during their transportation from Samos’s island to Italy, where they have been photographed).

Nothing that you do not already know offers a prospective on what happens, a point of view that does not want to swipe the public opinion’s attention with eye-catching proposals. By using those same techniques that media use to show any event, this project wants to focus and bring the attention on the interpretation of facts.

* trad. İstiklâl Marşı – inno turco
Garbın afakını sarmışsa çelik zırhlı duvar,
Benim iman dolu göğsüm gibi serhaddim var.
Ulusun, korkma! Nasıl böyle bir imanı boğar.
“Medeniyet!” dediğin tek dişi kalmış canavar?

*The horizons of the West may be bound with walls of steel,
But my borders are guarded by the mighty bosom of a believer.
Bellow out, do not be afraid! And think: how can this fiery faith ever be extinguished,
By that battered, single-fanged monster you call “civilization”?

Year

2020

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