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COVER
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CONTRIBUTORS
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LETTER
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PREVIEWS
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EPHEMERA
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MUSEUM
The Presidential Gifts Museum
Hany Darwish
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TRAVEL
Igalo Institute
Clare Davies
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ART MARKET
Are auction houses
moving onto gallery turf?
Antonia
Carver
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INFRASTRUCTURE
Finding the Third
Way
Jinoos
Taghizadeh
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CURITORIAL
The Shenzhen Biennale of Urbanism and
Architecture
Charlie
Koolhaas
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WORK IN PROGRESS
Kaelen
Wilson-Goldie
on Ziad Antar
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WORK IN PROGRESS
Dominic Eichler
on Shahryar Nashat
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PROFILE
Tom Morton
on Saâdane Afi f
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GLORY
Peace Descending
on the Chariot of War
Sharifa
Rhodes-Pitts
White Wash
Paths of
Glory
Sophia
Al-Maria
The Road to
Wellville
Achal
Prabhala
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Battles of Troy
Krassimir
Terziev
In the Beginning
There was Souffles
Issandr El
Amrani
The Fifth
Element
Gary Dauphin
ONE: Across America
Tex Jernigan
Ismail Yasin in the Nuthouse
Essam Zakaria
Blessed Nimbus Churning
Malak Helmy
Ornament and Argument
Z Pamela Karimi and
Michael C Vazquez
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MUSIC
Our Lady of Hizbullah
Elias Muhanna
Mingering Mike
Superstar
Sukhdev
Sandhu
Fugere
Haig Aivazian
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FILM
Bruce Hainley in
conversation with filmmaker William E
Jones
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BOOKS
Hadetu
Sayed Mahmoud
Hollow Land
Sreemati
Mitter
I'jaamm
Haig Aivazian
I Will Draw a Star on Vienna's
Forehead
fdz
Desiring Arabs
Eyad Houssami
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REVIEWS
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COOKING
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MONGOLIAN PHRASE BOOK
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AFTERTHOUGHT
1+1=3
Babak Radboy and Michael
C Vazquez
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Goal
Ziad Antar
Kaelen
Wilson-Goldie

Ziad Antar doesn't play
football. He doesn't even like football. He comes from a
part of the world where the popularity of football
surpasses that of any other organized sport (the streets of
Beirut erupted in fireworks and Italian, Brazilian, French,
and German flags during the last World Cup, and local teams
Al-Nejmeh, Al-Ansar, and Al-Hekmeh boast fans of such
fierce loyalty that the army frequently intervenes during
matches lest the uproar stir sectarian strife). But
football doesn't interest Antar much. So as he sets out to
make his next, as yet untitled, video set in a football
stadium and featuring Al-Nejmeh players staring down the
camera in a performative exercise of shooting practice, you
know it's going to be a little different.
"There is no script, and it is one sequence," says Antar.
"It is not about football. The whole idea is to create with
a football team, and to experiment with something different
than what we expect from a football team, [which is]
challenge and confrontation. [Mine] is an
anti-confrontation video. [The players] are not facing each
other....They are playing for the camera....Each one is
facing the camera alone with his own ball. So there is no
meeting face-to-face. Why not? Total individualism. No more
teams."
Despite his lack of passion for football, Antar is aware of
the formal possibilities posed by games and the highly
ordered, self-contained drama of sport. With winners and
losers and tactical moves, sport transposed into art might
seem an obvious allegory. Aren't there, after all,
political implications to total individualism and no more
teams? What meaning can be gleaned from a video that breaks
the field of practice into its constituent parts, that
depicts a spare, sequential exhibition of force (or grace,
depending on the viewer's own relationship to sport) in the
service of nothing other than itself? Antar doesn't belabor
critical explanations or theoretical supports. "Whenever
you pose your camera, you create a point of view," he says.
"That's politics....My videos are not a document, nor [are
they] a happening....There is always a performer."
Antar's football film is poised to conclude a
quasi-historical arc that began with fellow artist Mahmoud
Hojeij's first video Once, from 1997, which poignantly
dwelled on a young, bespectacled boy playing football on
his own and dreaming of the future. Later, in the
uproarious We Will Win: The Arab-Israeli Conflict in Eight
Minutes, from 2006, Hojeii cast Antar as a character
engaged in a round of leapfrog with two Israeli actors on
an urban basketball court. The game degenerates into boyish
foolishness and adolescent provocation as the three men
alternately insult each other's manhood and gather for
group hugs. More than once, the director abandons his post
behind a tripod-mounted camera to intervene. No one wins in
We Will Win. Like its ongoing geopolitical referent, the
game is inherently unstable, crumbling under the weight of
its players' self-interest.
Antar, who divides his time between Paris and his native
Saida, a port city in Southern Lebanon, was recently lauded
as someone to watch among a new generation of French
talent. Centre Pompidou curator Christine Macel, writing in
the pages of Flash Art, rather wincingly announced the era
of Young French Artists in search of Charles Saatchi,
à la française. According to Macel, these are the
artists most likely to match the stature of Pierre Huyghe,
Philippe Parreno, and Dominique Gonzalez-Foerster.
But Antar is also the perfect poster child for Lebanon's
postwar experimental video scene, the recent critical
history of which has been the subject of exhibition
catalogues, curatorial statements, and even doctoral
dissertations. That scene was triggered by a number of key
moments that have since taken on the gloss of nostalgia and
the shimmer of myth.
One was the return to Beirut of Jayce Salloum and Walid
Raad with six video cameras and a mobile editing suite.
Another was the early iterations of the Ayloul Festival,
defunct since 2001. Yet another was the Tuesday night
discussions that eventually yielded Group Tuesday, a
collective made up of Walid Sadek, Bilal Khbeiz, and Fadi
Abdallah. Another still was Hojeij's and Akram Zaatari's
2001 Transit Visa project, which-among other achievements
toward activating a homegrown critical art scene in the
absence of any proper art schools or official institutions
for contemporary cultural production-launched Antar's
career (he studied agricultural engineering in college).
Antar turned up for a workshop, where he made a
three-minute piece on assignment. The experience, he says,
established all of the parameters of his vision and shaped
every work he has made since.
Yet Antar's work diverges sharply from that of his Beiruti
peers. There's no blurring between fact and fiction, little
fascination with archives and documents, and zero obsessing
over engagements with memory and history. No artist in
Lebanon is creating video pieces as unfettered by context
as Antar, and very few are as concerned with the actual
codes of video as a visual language.
Antar's works, from Wa and Tambourro (both 2004) to
Mdardara and Tank You (both 2007), are sharp, compact, and
precise-imagine Henri Cartier-Bresson's "decisive moment"
stretched out over a few judicious minutes. There are no
gimmicks or tricks. In Wa, two children sing along to a
synthesizer. In Tambourro, a man in the shower (the artist
in fact) slaps out a beat on his chest. In Mdardara, which
was shot on luscious Super 8 film, two hands (also the
artist's) barely infringe on the frame as the famed
Levantine dish is prepared. Then a plastic hen hobbles into
view to peck at the rice and lentils. In Tank You, a woman
waits in line for gas during the siege of Lebanon in 2006.
A frantic and frustrated crowd has gathered, yet the woman
speaks breezily with the filmmaker. Her tank is full; she
just wants to talk. It all sounds woefully simple, yet that
is exactly what sets Antar's work apart.
With any piece, he says, "I try to make it short. It is a
reflection, and it should be done in very few sequences."
Video may be easy, he adds, but the language, in his eyes,
is quite restricted. It demands that one try, fail, and try
again. For the football work, Antar shot a version in Saida
as a practice run (the field where Al-Nejmeh plays had been
damaged by a bomb blast, fallout from one in a long line of
political assassinations). He placed the camera
perpendicular to the players' range of motion, so they
entered from the left side of the frame, shot, and exited
to the right. But the field was wrong, the shadows were
wrong, and the way the players responded to the camera was
wrong. A remake is in the works. "There are a lot of
limitations," Antar says. Those limitations are crucial
rather than detrimental. "The ease of the video camera
means one risks using video for cinematography, and that's
a mistake. I don't use narration. I don't capture moments.
I think that art is just in front of me. How to translate
it into video is the challenge. If I were to define it," he
says, "I would say I witness with some
manipulation."
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