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untitled part 1: everything and nothing (1999) souha bechara after her release from captivity in israeli prison el-khiam in south lebanon.
An intimate dialogue that weaves back and forth between representations of a figure (of resistance) and subject with, Soha Bechara ex-Lebanese National Resistance fighter in her Paris dorm room taped (during the last year of the Israeli occupation) one year after her release from captivity in El-Khiam torture and interrogation centre (S. Lebanon) where she had been detained for 10 years, 6 years in isolation. Revising notions of resistance, survival and will, recounting to death, separation and closeness; the overexposed image and body of a surviving martyr speaking quietly and directly into the camera juxtaposed against her self and image, not speaking of the torture but of the distance between the subject and loss, of what is left behind and what remains.
On Vimeo (40:46) https://vimeo.com/71401594
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You could tell Whitney and I were tight [...] We could trust each other with our secrets, our feelings, and who we were. We were friends. We were lovers. We were everything to each other. We weren’t falling in love. We just were. We had each other. We were one: that’s how it felt.
— Robyn Crawford, ‘A Song For You: My Life With Whitney Houston’
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