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"Yto Barrada: A Life Full of Holes – The Strait Project"
2004-06-26 until 2004-08-22
Witte de With Center for Contemportary Art
The Strait is an ongoing photographic project initiated in 1998 by Yto Barrada (b. Paris, 1971). It examines the hope of migration and its influence on the Tangier cityscape. The title refers to the Strait of Gibraltar, the narrow channel that divides Europe and Africa, but for Yto Barrada, Strait is another word for the temptation of departure, a commonplace that gives the streets of Tangier the form of an imaginary space into which all the obstinate dreams of leaving the country are engulfed. What she seeks to capture in her photographs are the temptations of leaving, rather than veritable attempts, in a reportage-like style.
"Even a life full of holes, a life of nothing but waiting, is better than no life at all". Driss Ben Hamed Charhadi, A Life Full of Holes (1964).
Even in its collapse, the colonial dream has left us the heritage of an iniquitous regime of managing and perceiving the mobility between the North and the South of the Mediterranean. In this bottleneck known as the Strait of Gibraltar, visiting rights are now unilateral.
This territory of the in-between has the astonishing particularity of being marked by the coincidence between a physical space, a symbolic space, an historical space, and finally, an intimate space.
In Arabic as in English, strait conjugates narrowness (dayq) and distress (mutadayeq). In clear weather, the horizon of the Moroccan coasts is Spanish; but the Strait has become a huge Moroccan cemetery. This immigration differs from the preceding ones. It has its vocabulary, its legends, its songs and rituals. People no longer say "he emigrated," but h'reg: "he burnt," he burnt his papers, his past. The exploits of the burnt crop up everywhere, their stories stoke the desire for elsewhere. An enclave long forgotten by national investments, Tangier is now the city where thousands of hopes come up short. Rather than any nostalgia for an international ghetto, what I want to show in this city is the inscription of this stubborn urge for departure which marks a people, first of all.
I have sought to suggest the metonymical character of the Strait in this series, by insisting in my images on the tension between allegory and snapshot. Strait is another word for the temptation of departure, and a commonplace (which has become a common bond), ceaselessly agitating the streets of Tangier. This slippage gives the streets the form of an imaginary space, into which all the obstinate dreams of leaving the country are engulfed. The would-be immigrant forges a collective identity here, by dint of being legally obstructed from crossing the Strait. This obstacle is not without consequences on the state of dispossession that emerges, and on the indignity attached to his position. This new immigration (a temporary, individual movement) is perceived in Europe as being closer to a migration (a massive shift of population). We are in the era of suspicion.
Our Moroccan cities are shaped by urban migrations, but also by and for tourism; these two great mass movements which are directly connected to the machinery of globalization. This transformation requires a reconfiguration of the geography of differences, while new trajectories imply new identities (the rural exodus, the return of emigrant Moroccan workers on their summer visits), identities which themselves are forged in resistance to the domestication of space.
When I take photographs in Tangier, I can hardly ignore the fact that I am in my father's native city, where my mother came to lose her way. I do not seek to dedramatize the tension and dangers of departure. Yet I've never quite known where I am myself when I walk through this city, in what history. I can photograph all the inhabitants who want to leave it, but myself, I always come back, and I live there in the comfort of the maternal home. In my images I no doubt exorcise the violence of departure (the others' departure), but I give myself up to the violence of return (to home). The estrangement is that of a false familiarity. I photograph temptations, and not veritable attempts, in a reportage-like style. As soon as I am back in Tangier, I am once again in a state of absence, I become absent. Perhaps there is a relation between my highly personal experience and the situation of a population seeking to leave the country, having not found its place there. I began to photograph my mother's house, the violence of domestic relations; and of course, what I find nearby, much closer, are the people dreaming of absence.