yESMINE BEN SAALAH

Kesra.
A village high on the mountains, hidden from view, like an old poem whose author has been forgotten. It is there, among the silent stones and the blooming cherry trees, that our images took shape.
Kesra is beautiful, yes. But it’s more than that. It is real, bruised, dignified. A place rarely spoken about, not because it doesn’t deserve it, but because it disturbs the comfort of fixed maps.
Fragments of gestures, children’s laughter, cracked walls still standing tall. A gaze filled with love and revolt.
Why Kesra, some might ask?
Because the revolution didn’t shout “freedom” only for the big avenues. Because our roots come from elsewhere, but our dreams meet on these heights. We believe a forgotten village deserves an exhibition, a film, a discussion, tenderness, and above all: attention.
LUNE DERAISON cherish detours, deviations, and what some call lost causes.
We believe art has a role; not to rescue, but to reveal, to stir, to gently make things creak.
In Kesra, time comes undone, and we tried to grasp a few loose threads.
Come see. Come talk. Come stir the air a little.

Thanks to Mahmoud Chalbi, photographer, curator and and friend for the rest of times; to Hichem Driss from Barguellil Studio; to Ahmed Rssaisi, attentive framer; to “Le Logement” and all our friends in Kesra for their warm welcome and generosity.