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JAN WOOLF urges you to visit a courageous and unusual exhibition of work that depicts the Palestinian diaspora
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When The Grapes Were Sour
P21 Gallery, London
THIS fantastic exhibition of black-and-white photographic portraits of Palestinians — some young, some elderly — have been printed onto canvas, the margins of which have been dipped into coffee as burnish.
The artist, Rasha Al Jundi, has then embroidered traditional Palestinian motifs into them (no face is obscured) carefully chosen to suit the sitter and their circumstances.
Each one is an individual of the Palestinian diaspora, as is Rashan Al Jundi who lives in Nairobi.
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