Base Head Jazz by Alaa Kassim

Base Head Jazz

Alaa Kassim, Fine Artist. Chelsea, UAL (2017)

Base Head Jazz

You are a series of objects floating in an expanse flattened. What are you remembering right now? Is it an image in your head? A dusty book taken in by your eyes, plugged into nerves. Nerves to electrified segments, in the squiggles of your brain. And somehow we arrive at a thought. Ideas anyone? I haven’t got a clue.

Inbetween Spaces

Fleeting Spaces in limbo. CON GLOM MOR ATE. Defined as a thing consisting of a number of different and distinct parts or items that are grouped together. Your home of fading memories dances in a sequence. Click, retain a section of this moment to simulate and digest in the future.

Sheba.

Ma’rib. Aden. Hudayda. Ta’iz. Hayfaan. San’aa. Lahj. Shameer. Dhale3. I utter you knowing that so much of your history has been negated. Yemen. Aiyn means eye. To give the Aiyn is like a hex. Soften your glances in this angular place.

The Divided Self.

You are a succession of moments that have been infinitely placed before you. You are not just this one thing that tries to understand others or the world or itself. But you’re actually a series of selves and they themselves have a series of selves. All contained in the seemingly unified vessel of flesh.

Untitled Underwater.

Around and down. Down. Bubbles float upwards and the last contained your life ascending. Your small body transforms into glowing red letters spelling your story. They sink until a giant squid feeds.

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