Hazem Harb explores displacement and memory in new Dubai exhibition

Hazem Harb explores displacement and memory in new Dubai exhibition
‘Not There, Yet Felt’ takes place at Tabari Artspace in Dubai. (Supplied)
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Updated 29 April 2025

Hazem Harb explores displacement and memory in new Dubai exhibition

Hazem Harb explores displacement and memory in new Dubai exhibition

DUBAI: In his new exhibition, “Not There, Yet Felt,” at Tabari Artspace in Dubai, the Palestinian artist Hazem Harb is making things personal, both literally and figuratively, exploring the theme of displacement.

“It’s an out-of-body experience. I’m here and I’m not here,” he told Arab News. Harb is feeling torn; while his life and studio are physically based in Dubai, his heart and mind are emotionally attached to his birthplace of Gaza.

The show, on view until May 27, is lined with a series of aluminium self-portraits, based on silhouettes of the artist’s head and upper chest. Instead of seeing detailed facial features, the silhouettes are black, filled with images of colorful walls of Harb’s family home, which was destroyed as a result of the continuing Israeli assault. Such details of the walls, which were photographed by Harb’s nephew and a photojournalist in Gaza, took him by surprise. “I had no idea we had shades of blue, pink and yellow in the house,” he said. “There are so many layers and memories in that house.”

Above this series of self-portraits, a central neon artwork reads “Hope Is Power,” yet ‘power’ is flickering, indicating uncertainty and a loss of normalcy in daily life. Another instance of disturbance can be sensed in a large self-portrait, printed on paper and hanging on the wall, where the end parts of the paper are intensely crumpled. Exploring the multi-layered idea of peeling, there is also a group of calming, hand-made collage works, where wall peelings resemble figurative shapes.

Unlike his solo exhibition last year, in which there was a heady showcase of violently passionate work, entering Harb’s new show has a lighter, romantic feel, thanks to the gentle and romantic hues and language used. “Your Skin Is My Land,” a wall text reads. In the back room of the gallery, Harb is also presenting figurative paintings he made 20 years ago, resembling the flowing forms he experimented with for his new exhibition.

Despite the uncertainty felt by the artist, there is a glimmer of hope. One piece that shows this is a large work, where a body (made of medical gauze) stands still, carrying emotional wounds yet rising from the ashes. “The show is a statement. I felt a responsibility,” he said. “The whole world, not just Palestine, is in a very critical time, and I was thinking about the role of art in a sensitive, genocidal time. Art is a way to say something and is a part of history, an archive for the future.”


REVIEW: ‘Ballad of a Small Player’ — a stylish thriller lacking in substance

REVIEW: ‘Ballad of a Small Player’ — a stylish thriller lacking in substance
Updated 07 November 2025

REVIEW: ‘Ballad of a Small Player’ — a stylish thriller lacking in substance

REVIEW: ‘Ballad of a Small Player’ — a stylish thriller lacking in substance

DUBAI: German filmmaker Edward Berger’s 2022 take on “All Quiet on the Western Front” was a masterpiece, and his English-language debut, last year’s “Conclave,” was a nuanced, smart political thriller. There’s no doubting his talent.

However, “Ballad of a Small Player” is not on that level. While it’s a visual delight, reminiscent of Wes Anderson’s vividly realized worlds. But the unusual stylistic choices often seem forced — art for art’s sake. It’s not helped by Rowan Joffé’s screenplay, which fails to build on initial intrigue and ends up feeling thrown together.

Colin Farrell plays disgraced Irish financier Brendan Reilly, who’s fled the UK for Macau having stolen the life savings of a wealthy old woman who had invested with his firm. In Macau, Reilly has reinvented himself as Lord Doyle — an aristocratic playboy hoping that his apparent wealth and upper-class upbringing (neither of which Reilly actually possesses) will be enough to fool creditors into funding his gambling habit. And his drinking.

Farrell is convincing as a fraudster adrift in the luxurious loneliness of five-star suites — a man who clearly wants to try and be ‘good,’ but whose moral failings and lack of self-control (and self-awareness) keep sabotaging his attempts. As his debts mount, he meets Dao Ming, a credit broker with her own issues (and debts). When one of her clients commits suicide, Reilly comforts her, and promises that when his fortunes change, he will clear her debts too.

But his losing streak continues, and he is found by investigator Cynthia Blithe (Tilda Swinton), who has been contracted by his former employers and gives him 24 hours to repay the funds he embezzled.

As Reilly spirals further into despair and stress he has a heart attack. As he loses consciousness, he sees Dao approach him, smiling. He wakes up in Dao’s house, where she nurses him back to health and they share their most intimate secrets. 

Reilly’s fortunes then turn around dramatically, resulting in an improbable winning streak at the baccarat tables. And then the opportunity to completely change his life, and Dao’s, by staking it all on a single hand.

Berger builds the tension and claustrophobia of Reilly’s world well at first, but he’s the only character close to fully developed. Dao’s intriguing persona is wasted, and the gifted Swinton’s role is too cartoonish to convince. Ultimately, the movie fails to deliver on its promising first impressions.