Opening on 6th December 2024
On view until 20th December 2024

Mohammad Hamzeh is no stranger to experiment. His prolific career spans four decades of painting with various techniques and approaches, yet he has remained faithful to certain traits in his practice, mainly; gazing at the world from his Sanctum and deformation which is a result of tensile forces that he imposes on objects and scenes and particularly portraits.
For his second solo show at gallery artist writes: You look at yourself in the mirror. You have changed. You are changing again. You spin around in the round bowl of life, gazing into thousands of mirrors. Mirrors in all shapes and sizes. You see a thousand faces of yourself staring back at you. A horde of yourself. All the faces you have ever known. Faces changes with a sway of a finger, with a touch of your index finger. They frown. They grow impatient. They fall asleep. You spin around in the round bowl of your life. Your spinning is tied to the dice life throws for you and also how you play. Every game holds the regret of games not played. Does it? You peer out through the woven wicker of the window, you gaze on the opposite window whose coarse curtain conceals all its secrets. You eye the passing cars, the parked ones, and the pedestrians. Once again, you retreat into your solitude, into the rectangular patch of sunlight on the floor. Just as you doze, your phone rings. You speak to the phone, just a few words. You listen more. You listen. You listen. From the black cube, a flood of words pours out. So many words. So many images. They are everywhere filling everything. They pile up on top of each other, rising high and higher. They are reaching your head; your heart stops for a moment. You reach for the edge of the bowl and pull your head out. Your hand bumps against you glasses. You have forgotten to take off your nearsighted glasses again, which is why everything you look at is distorted, misshaped. You take off your glasses and take a deep breath. The bowl spins. Faces from the mirrors watch you. You turn your face away and straighten up to go to water your flowers and put the pot of street cats’ food on the stove.