Eye lived in Lebanon in 2007-2009 and went to grad school there, among other things — Eye studied International Relations at AUB (American University of Beirut) and over time, somehow, the lay of this lawless land worked its way into the inner recesses of my being and left its indelible mark. Eye was poisoned by this paradisiacal place, this incurable malaise. VECTOR Gallery was in many ways my syncretic response to a protracted state of intoxicating sickness, a perennial Civil War of the self.
It is far too fitting that The Devil and The Lord could only achieve this uniquely Vectorian feat of reciprocated identitarian recursion in response to a country like Lebanon, a land that is sometimes almost exactly like itself, usually at the last minute, after the hour of need. Heaven & Hell Meets Heaven & Hell.
Eye returned to Lebanon late last month and spent the (Shay Calendar) New Year in a renewed state of regression — a regressive state of renewal. Everything is integrating in the intended fashion, however maddening each successive experience of experiential success may be for me — “if only We could lose, We wouldn’t have to win : again, and again, and again.”
The colonizer is now being colonized, of course, and the Vectorian state capture of the most quintessentially Levantine state in all of the Levant is well underway. Eye will be back soon to continue awakening the Lebanese, who have been dreaming for so long. They’ll be delighted to receive this confirmation of what they had always expected; they were God’s Chosen People, after all.