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Single Channel installation, HD video, Colour, Sound
5 +2 AP
On the main oil field of Baba Gurgur, an eternal fire is burning, the same fire mentioned in the Book of Daniel, from where God saved three jew children, thrown into the flames by King Nabuchodonosor, because they did not worship his idols. ..
Mene, Mene, Tekel, Upharsin is a video shot in 2015 in Kirkuk, Iraq, a few miles from the Islamic State. On the main oil field of Baba Gurgur, an eternal fire is burning, the same fire mentioned in the Book of Daniel, from where God saved three Jewish children, thrown into the flames by King Nabuchodonosor, because they did not worship his idols. This succession of still plans shows, at the same time, the oil installations, as threatening steel monsters lost in the desert, and this sacred fire inscribed in a circle, mythical punishment of an idolatry, which became itself the object of worship, and contemporary predations. From the close-ups of the flames, some voices seem to come out like choirs, as if gas and heat distorting the image would make this dystopia melodious. Quietly mixed with the soundtrack, choirs of women praying in Aramaic, recorded for months in refugee camps of the North of Iraq, bring the necessary voice of the most direct victims of the conflicts. The soundtrack provides the place with the biblical, archeological and spiritual depth it needs. This feeling is drawn from the apocalyptic and threatening nature of the flames and the film’s title: ”Weighed, Weighed, Counted, Divided”.
The Middle East, countries that are not internationally recognized, radioactive or forbidden zones considered as “involuntary natural parks” are all territories that Louis-Cyprien Rials has traveled or inhabited. The artist, born in Paris in 1981, uses video and photography to present a silent, sometimes mystical image of these areas marked by past violence or agitated by major conflicts. These moving pictures composed of fixed shots, often long and devoid of human presence, tell of the impossibility of capturing these abandoned and transformed spaces, impregnated with beliefs and strewn with stigmata.