" I've given up on politics. The only thing I can do communicate with people like me who actually care about what happens elsewhere. And art is the only thing that everyone can understand."
Syrian artist Ibrahim Fahkri is an angry man. Angry that his homeland, Syria, is enmeshed in a bloody civil war that started as protest against a dictator and for the possibility of some sort of democracy in the Middle East.
Meanwhile, here in Europe, we watch our soaps and showbiz gossip, like hawk watching the wrong things. Fahkri points our direction toward these developments in Syria and hammers home the emptiness and despair ordinary Arabs face now their homes are empty of life through the very British concept of the milk bottles outside of the front door painted on a wall of the sterile gallery space at the Truman Brewery on Brick Lane. One for each day of the conflict, a symbol of desperation inspired by the milk bottles you find at the door when you comeback from holiday. Even when I look at this, I was seeing as the milk of human kindness that Shakespeare wrote about in Macbeth that is lacking and needs to be delivered. Even so, life of some sort goes on, as the children playing suggest.