A few corners from me you will find what was once the butchers' central market in Copenhagen from where meat was distributed all over town. Today art galleries have edged themselves into many parts of this stark white enclave of buildings erected 1931-34. A stark hygienic white with lines so sharp it almost hurts.
Thus the perfect place for the imagery of the humiliation and butchering of man as given us by a graffiti artist around 2009. Possibly an Iranian, judging from the woman's scarf, as suggested by the Syrian Tarek Alghorani.
Tarek was a writer, blogger, imprisoned 2005-11 by the Assad-regime and he is now in Tunisia, encouraging the use of graffiti as an activist art form and documenting the voice of the street. His own voice has the poetic precision of the artist, and below are fragments of our discussions of walls - the very symbol of the power that had them built and how they were consequently the first to be conquered. They had to be conquered.
The drawings below can be found at Høkerboderne. They are meticulously laid out in coal, breaking the white of the wall and by now silently fading into them. The words are Tarek's own:
Walls have ears
Walls are built by those in power
Walls have ears.
The walls were hiding all the atrocities
It was the place of the dictator
In Syria, ruled by one party for more than 50 years
Everything became one
When one president died, his son took over
Everything was one
Even the colors
But then -
The occupation of public space
The destruction of the prestige of the walls
That was the beginning
Perhaps I was a poet before
or maybe a writer
but in Arabic
And for this I was arrested
and remained for years in prison
When I came out
writing was very difficult
as you are angry
I was browsing the art on the internet
I did not listen to music
Only the classic tracks and I did not know why
A year ago, when I was feeling nervous
I went out and used my camera
I photographed everything
All photos courtesy of Hanne Brandt Andersen.