Muhannad Shono
Interpretations 01, 2019
Charcoal and ink on paper
MSH0101
Muhannad Shono
Interpretations 02, 2019
Charcoal and ink on paper
MSH0102
Muhannad Shono
Interpretations 03, 2019
Charcoal and ink on paper
MSH0103
Muhannad Shono
Lisans, 2019
Polymer Clay
MSH0082
Muhannad Shono
Lullaby Departed, 2019
Charcoal transfer in tape
MSH0099
Muhannad Shono
Mother Tongue, 2019
Charcoal transfer on Tape
MSH0098
Muhannad Shono
Names of all things, 2019
Installation with charcoal, vibrations and paper
MSH0087
Muhannad Shono
Reading Ring, 2019
Charcoal, ink and paper mounted on steel
MSH0095
Muhannad Shono
Reformation, 2019
Tape, charcoal pigment and ink on paper
MSH0100
Muhannad Shono
The First and Last Word, 2019
Charcoal and ink on paper
MSH0096
Muhannad Shono
The Lost Words I, 2019
Charcoal transfer on Tape
MSH0088
Muhannad Shono
The Matter of Meaning, 2019
Film
MSH0104
Muhannad Shono
The Silence is Still Talking - Extract, 2019
Charcoal transfer on Tape - Charcoal and Ink on Paper
MSH0091
Muhannad Shono
The Silence is Still Talking - Imprint, 2019
Charcoal transfer on Tape - Charcoal and Ink on Paper
MSH0092
Muhannad Shono
The Silence is Still Talking - Memory, 2019
Charcoal transfer on Tape - Charcoal and Ink on Paper
MSH0094
Muhannad Shono
The Silence is Still Talking - Transference, 2019
Charcoal transfer on Tape - Charcoal and Ink on Paper
MSH0093
Muhannad Shono
The Silent Press, 2019
Installation with charcoal on newsprint
MSH0097
Muhannad Shono
Al-Ashirah, 2018
Mixed media installation (200 polymer clay sculptures + video projection & musical composition)
MSH0066
Muhannad Shono
Fal, from the heads of the tribe series, 2018
Polymer clay sculpture and paper
MSH0077
Muhannad Shono
Gal, from the Heads of the Tribe series, 2018
Polymer clay sculpture and fabric
MSH0068
Muhannad Shono
Kal, from the Heads of the Tribe series, 2018
Polymer clay sculpture and paper
MSH0069
Muhannad Shono
Nal, from the heads of the tribe series, 2018
Polymer clay sculpture and paper
MSH0075
Muhannad Shono
Tal, from the Heads of the Tribe series, 2018
Polymer clay sculpture and fabric
MSH0067
Muhannad Shono
The Book of Al, 2018
Ink illustrations on stitched and stained hemp fabric + polymer clay sculptures
MSH0070
Muhannad Shono
Wal, from the heads of the tribe series, 2018
Polymer clay sculpture and paper
MSH0076
Muhannad Shono
Zal, from the heads of the tribe series, 2018
Polymer clay sculpture and paper
MSH0074
Muhannad Shono
2003 Al-Hamra Compound Attack, Riyadh, Saudi Arabia from the series Return to Sender, 2017
Ink on Paper
MSH0053
Muhannad Shono
2005 Killing of Moustapha Akkad, His Daughter and 58 Other People, Amman, Jordan from the series Return to Sender, 2017
Ink on Paper
MSH0054
Muhannad Shono
2013 Sana'a Attack, Al-Oraidi Hospital Sana'a Yemen from the series Return to Sender, 2017
Ink on Paper
MSH0055
Muhannad Shono
2014 Death of Aitzaz Hassan_Government High School_Hangu District, Pakistan_from the series Return to Sender, 2017
Ink on Paper
MSH0056
Muhannad Shono
2015 Killing of Avijit Roy, Ekushe Book Fair, Dhaka, Bangladesh from the series Return to Sender, 2017
Ink on Paper
MSH0057
Muhannad Shono
2015 Sousse Attacks, Riu Imperial Marhaba and Soviva, Port El Kantaoui,Sousse, Tunisia from the series Return to Sender, 2017
Ink on Paper
MSH0058
Muhannad Shono
2016 Deir ez-Zor Massacre Deir ez-Zor, Syria from the series Return to Sender, 2017
Ink on Paper
MSH0059
Muhannad Shono
2016 Nice Attack_Promenade des Anglaise_Nice, France from the series Return to Sender, 2017
Ink on Paper
MSH0060
Muhannad Shono
2017 Manchester Arena Bombing Manchester England from the series Return to Sender, 2017
Ink on Paper
MSH0061
Muhannad Shono
35.1655 °N , 45.9896 °E , From the I'm Sorry from Above series, 2016
Ink on Paper
57 x 57 cm
Muhannad Shono
36.7165 °N, 37.1146 °E , From the I'm Sorry from Above series, 2016
Ink on Paper
57 x 57 cm
Muhannad Shono
37.0344 ° N, 27.4305 ° E , From the I'm Sorry from Above series, 2016
Ink on Paper
57 x 57 cm
Muhannad Shono
Children of Yam, 2016
Video
6 cm
Muhannad Shono
Ham, 2016
Ink on paper sculpture with polymer clay
38.5 x 14.5 cm
Muhannad Shono
Japheth, 2016
Ink on paper sculpture with polymer clay
38.5 x 14.5 cm
Muhannad Shono
Mouse Trap VIII, 2016
Ink on paper sculpture with polymer clay
13 x 6 x 2.5 cm
Muhannad Shono
Page I from the Monumetna series, 2016
Ink on Paper
49.5 x 76.3 cm
Muhannad Shono
Page II from the Monumetna series, 2016
Ink on Paper
29 x 14.5 cm
Muhannad Shono
Page III from the Monumetna series, 2016
Ink on Paper
21 x 28.5 cm
Muhannad Shono
Plain I, 2016
Ink on paper sculpture with polymer clay
19 x 28.5 x 6 cm
Muhannad Shono
Plain II, 2016
Ink on paper sculpture with polymer clay
19 x 28.5 x 6 cm
Muhannad Shono
Shem, 2016
Ink on paper sculpture with polymer clay
38.5 x 14.5 cm
Muhannad Shono
Sibsa I, 2016
Ink on paper with polymer clay
220 x 71 cm
Muhannad Shono
Sibsa II, 2016
Ink on paper with polymer clay
220 x 71 cm
Muhannad Shono
Sibsa III, 2016
Ink on paper with polymer clay
220 x 71 cm
Muhannad Shono
The Wall, 2016
Ink on paper sculpture with polymer clay
10 x 29 cm
Muhannad Shono
The Wedge, 2016
Ink on paper sculpture with polymer clay
10 x 29 cm
Muhannad Shono
The Weight, 2016
Ink on paper sculpture with polymer clay
10 x 29 cm
Muhannad Shono
The Well, 2016
Ink on Paper
42 x 29.5 x 147.5 cm
Muhannad Shono
Untitiled 01 from the Four Seasons series, 2016
Ink on paper sculpture with polymer clay
10 x 37 cm
Muhannad Shono
Untitiled 02 from the Four Seasons series, 2016
Ink on paper sculpture with polymer clay
10 x 37 cm
Muhannad Shono
Untitiled 03 from the Four Seasons series, 2016
Ink on paper sculpture with polymer clay
10 x 37 cm
Muhannad Shono
Untitiled 04 from the Four Seasons series, 2016
Ink on paper sculpture with polymer clay
10 x 37 cm
Muhannad Shono
Yam, 2016
Ink on paper sculpture
385 x 14.5 cm
Muhannad Shono
Interpretations 01, 2019
Charcoal and ink on paper
MSH0101
Muhannad Shono
Interpretations 02, 2019
Charcoal and ink on paper
MSH0102
Muhannad Shono
Interpretations 03, 2019
Charcoal and ink on paper
MSH0103
Muhannad Shono
Lisans, 2019
Polymer Clay
MSH0082
Muhannad Shono
Lullaby Departed, 2019
Charcoal transfer in tape
MSH0099
Muhannad Shono
Mother Tongue, 2019
Charcoal transfer on Tape
MSH0098
Muhannad Shono
Names of all things, 2019
Installation with charcoal, vibrations and paper
MSH0087
Muhannad Shono
Reading Ring, 2019
Charcoal, ink and paper mounted on steel
MSH0095
Muhannad Shono
Reformation, 2019
Tape, charcoal pigment and ink on paper
MSH0100
Muhannad Shono
The First and Last Word, 2019
Charcoal and ink on paper
MSH0096
Muhannad Shono
The Lost Words I, 2019
Charcoal transfer on Tape
MSH0088
Muhannad Shono
The Matter of Meaning, 2019
Film
MSH0104
Muhannad Shono
The Silence is Still Talking - Extract, 2019
Charcoal transfer on Tape - Charcoal and Ink on Paper
MSH0091
Muhannad Shono
The Silence is Still Talking - Imprint, 2019
Charcoal transfer on Tape - Charcoal and Ink on Paper
MSH0092
Muhannad Shono
The Silence is Still Talking - Memory, 2019
Charcoal transfer on Tape - Charcoal and Ink on Paper
MSH0094
Muhannad Shono
The Silence is Still Talking - Transference, 2019
Charcoal transfer on Tape - Charcoal and Ink on Paper
MSH0093
Muhannad Shono
The Silent Press, 2019
Installation with charcoal on newsprint
MSH0097
Muhannad Shono
Al-Ashirah, 2018
Mixed media installation (200 polymer clay sculptures + video projection & musical composition)
MSH0066
Muhannad Shono
Fal, from the heads of the tribe series, 2018
Polymer clay sculpture and paper
MSH0077
Muhannad Shono
Gal, from the Heads of the Tribe series, 2018
Polymer clay sculpture and fabric
MSH0068
Muhannad Shono
Kal, from the Heads of the Tribe series, 2018
Polymer clay sculpture and paper
MSH0069
Muhannad Shono
Nal, from the heads of the tribe series, 2018
Polymer clay sculpture and paper
MSH0075
Muhannad Shono
Tal, from the Heads of the Tribe series, 2018
Polymer clay sculpture and fabric
MSH0067
Muhannad Shono
The Book of Al, 2018
Ink illustrations on stitched and stained hemp fabric + polymer clay sculptures
MSH0070
Muhannad Shono
Wal, from the heads of the tribe series, 2018
Polymer clay sculpture and paper
MSH0076
Muhannad Shono
Zal, from the heads of the tribe series, 2018
Polymer clay sculpture and paper
MSH0074
Muhannad Shono
2003 Al-Hamra Compound Attack, Riyadh, Saudi Arabia from the series Return to Sender, 2017
Ink on Paper
MSH0053
Muhannad Shono
2005 Killing of Moustapha Akkad, His Daughter and 58 Other People, Amman, Jordan from the series Return to Sender, 2017
Ink on Paper
MSH0054
Muhannad Shono
2013 Sana'a Attack, Al-Oraidi Hospital Sana'a Yemen from the series Return to Sender, 2017
Ink on Paper
MSH0055
Muhannad Shono
2014 Death of Aitzaz Hassan_Government High School_Hangu District, Pakistan_from the series Return to Sender, 2017
Ink on Paper
MSH0056
Muhannad Shono
2015 Killing of Avijit Roy, Ekushe Book Fair, Dhaka, Bangladesh from the series Return to Sender, 2017
Ink on Paper
MSH0057
Muhannad Shono
2015 Sousse Attacks, Riu Imperial Marhaba and Soviva, Port El Kantaoui,Sousse, Tunisia from the series Return to Sender, 2017
Ink on Paper
MSH0058
Muhannad Shono
2016 Deir ez-Zor Massacre Deir ez-Zor, Syria from the series Return to Sender, 2017
Ink on Paper
MSH0059
Muhannad Shono
2016 Nice Attack_Promenade des Anglaise_Nice, France from the series Return to Sender, 2017
Ink on Paper
MSH0060
Muhannad Shono
2017 Manchester Arena Bombing Manchester England from the series Return to Sender, 2017
Ink on Paper
MSH0061
Muhannad Shono
35.1655 °N , 45.9896 °E , From the I'm Sorry from Above series, 2016
Ink on Paper
57 x 57 cm
Muhannad Shono
36.7165 °N, 37.1146 °E , From the I'm Sorry from Above series, 2016
Ink on Paper
57 x 57 cm
Muhannad Shono
37.0344 ° N, 27.4305 ° E , From the I'm Sorry from Above series, 2016
Ink on Paper
57 x 57 cm
Muhannad Shono
Children of Yam, 2016
Video
6 cm
Muhannad Shono
Ham, 2016
Ink on paper sculpture with polymer clay
38.5 x 14.5 cm
Muhannad Shono
Japheth, 2016
Ink on paper sculpture with polymer clay
38.5 x 14.5 cm
Muhannad Shono
Mouse Trap VIII, 2016
Ink on paper sculpture with polymer clay
13 x 6 x 2.5 cm
Muhannad Shono
Page I from the Monumetna series, 2016
Ink on Paper
49.5 x 76.3 cm
Muhannad Shono
Page II from the Monumetna series, 2016
Ink on Paper
29 x 14.5 cm
Muhannad Shono
Page III from the Monumetna series, 2016
Ink on Paper
21 x 28.5 cm
Muhannad Shono
Plain I, 2016
Ink on paper sculpture with polymer clay
19 x 28.5 x 6 cm
Muhannad Shono
Plain II, 2016
Ink on paper sculpture with polymer clay
19 x 28.5 x 6 cm
Muhannad Shono
Shem, 2016
Ink on paper sculpture with polymer clay
38.5 x 14.5 cm
Muhannad Shono
Sibsa I, 2016
Ink on paper with polymer clay
220 x 71 cm
Muhannad Shono
Sibsa II, 2016
Ink on paper with polymer clay
220 x 71 cm
Muhannad Shono
Sibsa III, 2016
Ink on paper with polymer clay
220 x 71 cm
Muhannad Shono
The Wall, 2016
Ink on paper sculpture with polymer clay
10 x 29 cm
Muhannad Shono
The Wedge, 2016
Ink on paper sculpture with polymer clay
10 x 29 cm
Muhannad Shono
The Weight, 2016
Ink on paper sculpture with polymer clay
10 x 29 cm
Muhannad Shono
The Well, 2016
Ink on Paper
42 x 29.5 x 147.5 cm
Muhannad Shono
Untitiled 01 from the Four Seasons series, 2016
Ink on paper sculpture with polymer clay
10 x 37 cm
Muhannad Shono
Untitiled 02 from the Four Seasons series, 2016
Ink on paper sculpture with polymer clay
10 x 37 cm
Muhannad Shono
Untitiled 03 from the Four Seasons series, 2016
Ink on paper sculpture with polymer clay
10 x 37 cm
Muhannad Shono
Untitiled 04 from the Four Seasons series, 2016
Ink on paper sculpture with polymer clay
10 x 37 cm
Muhannad Shono
Yam, 2016
Ink on paper sculpture
385 x 14.5 cm
In our species’ not so distant future, we have lost control of our stories.
Our world is now governed by tribal stories in their political, extremist, nationalistic, and sectarian genres. In this future, stories are diagnosed as a disease of the mind. An infection we must be quarantined away from.
In a bid to save itself from its own stories, our species sends forth its seeds into the stars in a mission to populate a new planet far away from the narratives of our own.
Carried on board a mother ship, whose mission is to sow a distant soil with a new, story-less, human tribe.
Each seed is a material that acts as a new technological skin, encasing the human life that grows within it.
A skin that is the final layer of our technological evolution designed to imprison the human instinct to tell stories.
There is no thirst inside this skin, no hunger, no illness or pain. The individual within is rendered self-sufficient, self-reliant and in no need of the collective tribe. The skin, through its obscuring helmet, prevents all human emotions and forms of expression from being transmitted out.
Any attempt to tell a story is caught by algorithms that censor, filter out, and mute through this wearable firewall.
But within this new tribe, the need to share the stories they each carried in isolation only grows stronger.
Until the first helmet is removed and a story is told.
Then the second helmet is removed and a story is first heard.
And when all the helmets are removed, the stories spread through the tribe until there is no one left to tell them, or for stories to be heard.
Except for one, ‘Al Al-Ashirah’, the one who placed back his helmet and returned to our planet, bringing with him the stories of his tribe.
In our species’ not so distant future, we have lost control of our stories.
Our world is now governed by tribal stories in their political, extremist, nationalistic, and sectarian genres. In this future, stories are diagnosed as a disease of the mind. An infection we must be quarantined away from.
In a bid to save itself from its own stories, our species sends forth its seeds into the stars in a mission to populate a new planet far away from the narratives of our own.
Carried on board a mother ship, whose mission is to sow a distant soil with a new, story-less, human tribe.
Each seed is a material that acts as a new technological skin, encasing the human life that grows within it.
A skin that is the final layer of our technological evolution designed to imprison the human instinct to tell stories.
There is no thirst inside this skin, no hunger, no illness or pain. The individual within is rendered self-sufficient, self-reliant and in no need of the collective tribe. The skin, through its obscuring helmet, prevents all human emotions and forms of expression from being transmitted out.
Any attempt to tell a story is caught by algorithms that censor, filter out, and mute through this wearable firewall.
But within this new tribe, the need to share the stories they each carried in isolation only grows stronger.
Until the first helmet is removed and a story is told.
Then the second helmet is removed and a story is first heard.
And when all the helmets are removed, the stories spread through the tribe until there is no one left to tell them, or for stories to be heard.
Except for one, ‘Al Al-Ashirah’, the one who placed back his helmet and returned to our planet, bringing with him the stories of his tribe.
In our species’ not so distant future, we have lost control of our stories.
Our world is now governed by tribal stories in their political, extremist, nationalistic, and sectarian genres. In this future, stories are diagnosed as a disease of the mind. An infection we must be quarantined away from.
In a bid to save itself from its own stories, our species sends forth its seeds into the stars in a mission to populate a new planet far away from the narratives of our own.
Carried on board a mother ship, whose mission is to sow a distant soil with a new, story-less, human tribe.
Each seed is a material that acts as a new technological skin, encasing the human life that grows within it.
A skin that is the final layer of our technological evolution designed to imprison the human instinct to tell stories.
There is no thirst inside this skin, no hunger, no illness or pain. The individual within is rendered self-sufficient, self-reliant and in no need of the collective tribe. The skin, through its obscuring helmet, prevents all human emotions and forms of expression from being transmitted out.
Any attempt to tell a story is caught by algorithms that censor, filter out, and mute through this wearable firewall.
But within this new tribe, the need to share the stories they each carried in isolation only grows stronger.
Until the first helmet is removed and a story is told.
Then the second helmet is removed and a story is first heard.
And when all the helmets are removed, the stories spread through the tribe until there is no one left to tell them, or for stories to be heard.
Except for one, ‘Al Al-Ashirah’, the one who placed back his helmet and returned to our planet, bringing with him the stories of his tribe.
In our species’ not so distant future, we have lost control of our stories.
Our world is now governed by tribal stories in their political, extremist, nationalistic, and sectarian genres. In this future, stories are diagnosed as a disease of the mind. An infection we must be quarantined away from.
In a bid to save itself from its own stories, our species sends forth its seeds into the stars in a mission to populate a new planet far away from the narratives of our own.
Carried on board a mother ship, whose mission is to sow a distant soil with a new, story-less, human tribe.
Each seed is a material that acts as a new technological skin, encasing the human life that grows within it.
A skin that is the final layer of our technological evolution designed to imprison the human instinct to tell stories.
There is no thirst inside this skin, no hunger, no illness or pain. The individual within is rendered self-sufficient, self-reliant and in no need of the collective tribe. The skin, through its obscuring helmet, prevents all human emotions and forms of expression from being transmitted out.
Any attempt to tell a story is caught by algorithms that censor, filter out, and mute through this wearable firewall.
But within this new tribe, the need to share the stories they each carried in isolation only grows stronger.
Until the first helmet is removed and a story is told.
Then the second helmet is removed and a story is first heard.
And when all the helmets are removed, the stories spread through the tribe until there is no one left to tell them, or for stories to be heard.
Except for one, ‘Al Al-Ashirah’, the one who placed back his helmet and returned to our planet, bringing with him the stories of his tribe.
In our species’ not so distant future, we have lost control of our stories.
Our world is now governed by tribal stories in their political, extremist, nationalistic, and sectarian genres. In this future, stories are diagnosed as a disease of the mind. An infection we must be quarantined away from.
In a bid to save itself from its own stories, our species sends forth its seeds into the stars in a mission to populate a new planet far away from the narratives of our own.
Carried on board a mother ship, whose mission is to sow a distant soil with a new, story-less, human tribe.
Each seed is a material that acts as a new technological skin, encasing the human life that grows within it.
A skin that is the final layer of our technological evolution designed to imprison the human instinct to tell stories.
There is no thirst inside this skin, no hunger, no illness or pain. The individual within is rendered self-sufficient, self-reliant and in no need of the collective tribe. The skin, through its obscuring helmet, prevents all human emotions and forms of expression from being transmitted out.
Any attempt to tell a story is caught by algorithms that censor, filter out, and mute through this wearable firewall.
But within this new tribe, the need to share the stories they each carried in isolation only grows stronger.
Until the first helmet is removed and a story is told.
Then the second helmet is removed and a story is first heard.
And when all the helmets are removed, the stories spread through the tribe until there is no one left to tell them, or for stories to be heard.
Except for one, ‘Al Al-Ashirah’, the one who placed back his helmet and returned to our planet, bringing with him the stories of his tribe.
In our species’ not so distant future, we have lost control of our stories.
Our world is now governed by tribal stories in their political, extremist, nationalistic, and sectarian genres. In this future, stories are diagnosed as a disease of the mind. An infection we must be quarantined away from.
In a bid to save itself from its own stories, our species sends forth its seeds into the stars in a mission to populate a new planet far away from the narratives of our own.
Carried on board a mother ship, whose mission is to sow a distant soil with a new, story-less, human tribe.
Each seed is a material that acts as a new technological skin, encasing the human life that grows within it.
A skin that is the final layer of our technological evolution designed to imprison the human instinct to tell stories.
There is no thirst inside this skin, no hunger, no illness or pain. The individual within is rendered self-sufficient, self-reliant and in no need of the collective tribe. The skin, through its obscuring helmet, prevents all human emotions and forms of expression from being transmitted out.
Any attempt to tell a story is caught by algorithms that censor, filter out, and mute through this wearable firewall.
But within this new tribe, the need to share the stories they each carried in isolation only grows stronger.
Until the first helmet is removed and a story is told.
Then the second helmet is removed and a story is first heard.
And when all the helmets are removed, the stories spread through the tribe until there is no one left to tell them, or for stories to be heard.
Except for one, ‘Al Al-Ashirah’, the one who placed back his helmet and returned to our planet, bringing with him the stories of his tribe.
In our species’ not so distant future, we have lost control of our stories.
Our world is now governed by tribal stories in their political, extremist, nationalistic, and sectarian genres. In this future, stories are diagnosed as a disease of the mind. An infection we must be quarantined away from.
In a bid to save itself from its own stories, our species sends forth its seeds into the stars in a mission to populate a new planet far away from the narratives of our own.
Carried on board a mother ship, whose mission is to sow a distant soil with a new, story-less, human tribe.
Each seed is a material that acts as a new technological skin, encasing the human life that grows within it.
A skin that is the final layer of our technological evolution designed to imprison the human instinct to tell stories.
There is no thirst inside this skin, no hunger, no illness or pain. The individual within is rendered self-sufficient, self-reliant and in no need of the collective tribe. The skin, through its obscuring helmet, prevents all human emotions and forms of expression from being transmitted out.
Any attempt to tell a story is caught by algorithms that censor, filter out, and mute through this wearable firewall.
But within this new tribe, the need to share the stories they each carried in isolation only grows stronger.
Until the first helmet is removed and a story is told.
Then the second helmet is removed and a story is first heard.
And when all the helmets are removed, the stories spread through the tribe until there is no one left to tell them, or for stories to be heard.
Except for one, ‘Al Al-Ashirah’, the one who placed back his helmet and returned to our planet, bringing with him the stories of his tribe.
In our species’ not so distant future, we have lost control of our stories.
Our world is now governed by tribal stories in their political, extremist, nationalistic, and sectarian genres. In this future, stories are diagnosed as a disease of the mind. An infection we must be quarantined away from.
In a bid to save itself from its own stories, our species sends forth its seeds into the stars in a mission to populate a new planet far away from the narratives of our own.
Carried on board a mother ship, whose mission is to sow a distant soil with a new, story-less, human tribe.
Each seed is a material that acts as a new technological skin, encasing the human life that grows within it.
A skin that is the final layer of our technological evolution designed to imprison the human instinct to tell stories.
There is no thirst inside this skin, no hunger, no illness or pain. The individual within is rendered self-sufficient, self-reliant and in no need of the collective tribe. The skin, through its obscuring helmet, prevents all human emotions and forms of expression from being transmitted out.
Any attempt to tell a story is caught by algorithms that censor, filter out, and mute through this wearable firewall.
But within this new tribe, the need to share the stories they each carried in isolation only grows stronger.
Until the first helmet is removed and a story is told.
Then the second helmet is removed and a story is first heard.
And when all the helmets are removed, the stories spread through the tribe until there is no one left to tell them, or for stories to be heard.
Except for one, ‘Al Al-Ashirah’, the one who placed back his helmet and returned to our planet, bringing with him the stories of his tribe.
In our species’ not so distant future, we have lost control of our stories.
Our world is now governed by tribal stories in their political, extremist, nationalistic, and sectarian genres. In this future, stories are diagnosed as a disease of the mind. An infection we must be quarantined away from.
In a bid to save itself from its own stories, our species sends forth its seeds into the stars in a mission to populate a new planet far away from the narratives of our own.
Carried on board a mother ship, whose mission is to sow a distant soil with a new, story-less, human tribe.
Each seed is a material that acts as a new technological skin, encasing the human life that grows within it.
A skin that is the final layer of our technological evolution designed to imprison the human instinct to tell stories.
There is no thirst inside this skin, no hunger, no illness or pain. The individual within is rendered self-sufficient, self-reliant and in no need of the collective tribe. The skin, through its obscuring helmet, prevents all human emotions and forms of expression from being transmitted out.
Any attempt to tell a story is caught by algorithms that censor, filter out, and mute through this wearable firewall.
But within this new tribe, the need to share the stories they each carried in isolation only grows stronger.
Until the first helmet is removed and a story is told.
Then the second helmet is removed and a story is first heard.
And when all the helmets are removed, the stories spread through the tribe until there is no one left to tell them, or for stories to be heard.
Except for one, ‘Al Al-Ashirah’, the one who placed back his helmet and returned to our planet, bringing with him the stories of his tribe.