With the 2019-2021 events in Lebanon, and especially on the day of August 4, 2020, when Lebanon witnessed the biggest non-nuclear explosion in the world, Disembodied emerged as a means of consolation to myself and to the city I lost connection with. During the first moments of the explosion, my body went into a state of oblivion, even without any physical harm – protecting itself from the shock of that larger-than-life sound. It was at that exact time that I first became conscious of the existence of my body, and it was also at that same moment that I realized I lost sense and ownership of it.
In an attempt to reclaim my body, and prove its presence in the city that lost its space, this project played a role in offering a connection again. I found comfort and meaning in the objects that defined my everyday at home – in this case the chair which acted as my guardian – instead of turning to the people around me who were mourning and dealing with their own loss.