scenes. Musicians. A glass of mint tea. Women with long dresses.
Bare feet. An airplane in flames. The taste of ashes. Boats
in the ocean. Earth and sky. Clouds and mountains. Flowering
trees. Solitude. Young brides. A burning heart. Houses. The
remains of ancient civilizations. Space and time. A crowd of
characters. Political and social contradictions. Tragedies and
hopes. Dreams and realities. Emotions, intuitions and perceptions.
the elements that inspire, shape and guide my artistic work.
artist's conscience is not always visible. And among those whom
it is, its tone can often emerge as didactic and hectoring.
But Fethi Meghelli's moral passions are none the less clear
for being both subtle and magical, even as they demand that
we take responsibility for a painfully real world. He creates
landscapes in which all their histories are visible at once,
while at the same time giving a personality and shape to what
is his own curiosity, outrage, and joy.
is never any question of him being confined to a particular
method of making his work. Whatever medium the story demands
he will adopt and master, from printmaking to sculpture, from
fabric to found objects to paint. Every one of his gestures
remind us of what an artist must do to keep from going mad in
a society which offers so many temptations to do just that,
and in the process, saves us from madness too.