“The work is done,’ grown old he thought, ‘According to my boyish plan;
Let the fools rage, I swerved in nought, Something to perfection brought’; But louder sang that ghost, ‘What then?’
William Butler Yeats
On this historical site, Citadel of Saladin, we are going to convey ancient memories in order to dream of new futures. It has always been foolish, as suggested by the poet W.B. Yeats, to ever think that the work was done. The work is never done. On the contrary. It is a never-ending process of awareness and actions. There is always something else to be discovered, something else to be formulated, something else to be invented. This our commitment.
We shall respond to question posed by the Yeats. What Then?
Our answer will be Something Else.
Simon Njami, curator