Paintings that Halloubi started making 15 years ago in Morocco, and that have since travelled by his side, have been erased once more to be shown at the gallery. According to the artist they have lost their raison d’être as narrative and representational images, apart from the remaining value of having circulated with him. Nevertheless, in their persistent erasure the paintings have gained a life of their own. Not ours anymore. But still. They’re there. Keeping company. And, as we host them, they also receive us.
A short, one-take video shows a woman descending a staircase. Much like some other women have done for an artist in modern art history. But it is not exactly the same woman as before. And it’s not exactly the same artist either. Another woman, another artist, another staircase. A superimposed image shows one more woman, too. Her apparition, cut away from its original manifestation, gets entangled in the video work’s narration. And, by extension, that of the whole show.