" L’Exode du Fragile " takes as its starting point the four elements: Water, Air, Earth and Fire. Four elements that make and unmake the world represented in four different installations in the space.
Visitors are invited to browse the gallery and physically experiment each installation. Combining natural elements, industrial machinery, optical effects, or physical reactions, the artist invents systems through which he addresses social and environmental issues affecting Lebanon. Facing the urgency, the tragedy, Charbel Samuel Aoun creates engaged works always tinged with poetry. His art speaks to the senses, to the body, to the being, and invites us to significantly change our way of seeing and thinking the world which is ours.
"You May be next", consists of a suspended bottle of gas and a stove. This system is activated once the visitor approaches. The device detects the surrounding movements to surprise the spectator by the outbreak of the flame. At a man's height, representing a sneaky danger the presence of fire instinctively causes a movement of retraction. Given the unpredictable persistent violence that permeates the streets of Beirut, this installation diverts the objects of everyday life to bring out an object of risk, a risky object metaphor of the ever-latent threat.
A mechanical monster or a vertebral column of stone and metal, "Trail of Tears" is trying to draw attention to an ecological disaster often forgotten. In a country where the increasingly frantic constructions became a rule, where the society forgot its land covering it with clusters of concrete, where the mountains so long cherished became yawning gaps, stone pits, giants getting weakened by human excavation. In their heart, are extracted the first materials that build on our territory. Here, in front of us, the mechanics of the brutal extraction, the immoderate production that ultimately leaves befall the body of our mountains.
In 2014 one of many forests burned in Lebanon. The fire left behind a landscape of desolation, a burned land, where only resedues laid down their defunct presence. The old trees that got burned those nights there in Baabda, had seen Lebanon in all its glory and all its cruelty. These trees, witnesses of the past, lungs of the future, came together in an overnight to be no more than a collapse of branches and trunks. And yet they live, they breathe despite their combustion, they become under the hand of the artist a manifesto for life. "And still I breath" is watching us and despite the darkness of its stare, it emerges an ode to life.
A passage between trees, trunks that were trees, in reality vegetal, already almost mineral. "Mist of pain" stands as a threshold to cross, a step to traverse between these trees without sap, completely lifeless, now hybrid presences spreading steam. Suffering, they force us to cross, to feel, to better endure the heat that causes their loss. Real warning about the consequences of global warming, physical illustration of the impact of industrialization and urbanization, this system points out the environmental emergency, for a collective awareness.