Fatima Ali Abu Ouda

Born 1978 in Gaza, Palestine

Displaced in Al-Mawasi

(Khan Yunis)

Fatima Abu Odeh presents the work she has done with children in Gaza, as well as her own paintings. Odeh’s work with children has turned pedagogy into poetry, creating collective works of astonishing beauty. Meanwhile her paintings, “were produced while death chases me from place to place” and translates into form the harsh reality of bombed homes and displacement amid genocide. It is a message that reveals the horrors faced by the people of Gaza. Odeh lost everything during this war—her paintings, her studio, and her home were crushed under the rubble. With only a few pieces of paper and simple colors that she made herself, she works from her tent, producing paintings, with a brush made from her own hair, challenging the might of the world.

Amid the rubble of buildings, you will witness the bloody footprints and a few red steps, documenting the forms of death beneath the ruins, serving as a testament to the genocide. These once-beautiful, pink feet, which ran along the beach or took steps toward dreams woven by a diligent mother dreaming of a son to be proud of, now tread in tragedy. The reality of genocide contradicts what is called the ongoing negotiations, where procrastination reigns, making the hope for a truce or ceasefire seem like a mirage. This contradiction led me to use both red and green. The blood-red in my paintings evokes fear and dread, while the green offers a space of hope, representing eternal peace and everlasting life.

Death manifests in many ways—burning, bombing, burial under rubble, disease, famine, or even by the parachutes dropped from aid planes onto tents or houses, killing the hungry beneath them. A red hand is raised to the sky, pleading for the war to stop.

The phantom plane showcasing its power over the quiet, sleeping city beneath the rubble contrasts with the green kite soaring in the red space, sending a message of hope: “You are not alone; God is with you.”

There is a profound contrast—ships that once sailed the seas now sail the skies as children search for a life without death or suffering.

The philosophy of contradiction is a message that conveys the extent of the suffering and pain. Thirteen hours of waiting to enter the operating room mirrors the thirteen instances of displacement, with red blood dripping from eyes, feet, and hands, spilling from the body’s holes and pooling as drops on the hospital floor, forming a curse upon those who abandoned humanity. This painting represents our worn-out clothes, torn tents, frail bodies, and broken hearts. Autumn passed, then winter, then summer—long months, and still, we await spring.

The contradiction between stillness and movement in war reveals a longing for quietude, an escape from the opposite—movement and trembling. No one knows how the heart groans and the soul aches. The heart breaks, the body is crushed. I started intertwining my hands with my feet, moving like a rocking chair, my eyes darting everywhere with intensity, scattering everything in the house. The exhalations and inhalations quickened, wishing it were an earthquake so it would end. But the sounds of the rockets’ explosions, especially the non-stop detonations of the fire belt, were too much for my ears. To dream of stillness, even if life stops.

When you give yourself a chance to adapt to events, you create headlines of willpower and resilience for survival. The change in life’s course during war changed the direction of my art. I once painted a bright Gaza, with vivid colors striving for revival. Now, I paint a Gaza that groans and cries for help. My colors are now drenched in blood, burning like fire, as my heart and feelings burn. They reflect the reality and horrors faced by Gaza’s people—the displacement, homelessness, and genocide.

My paintings are the product of life’s contradictions—noise, then silence, sadness followed by joy, separation followed by reunion, red feet followed by pink feet.

A Story of an Artist in War

It is the slap of rubble, dust, and the smell of gunpowder that slaps our faces. We are in the middle of the event. We did not hear the explosion, but everyone around us, from great distances, heard the loud explosion that shook the entire region. She was quicker than us, rising instantly and screaming “Blood, blood!” I shook the debris off my body—I was in my tent, but without walls.

The burning rubble and shrapnel clung to the mattress, but by the grace of God, we were saved. I looked ahead and saw him drenched in blood. On the other side, my son was injured, and next to him, his brother was also wounded. “Praise be to God,” I said, as I realized their injuries were minor, but I quickly grasped the severity of my husband’s wound—his facial features were unrecognizable. My feet became heavy, glued to the ground, and my strength waned. But I said, “O God, You are with me,” and I freed my feet from the burden to reach him quickly and reassure him, “You are okay,” becoming his paramedic. My sons and I carried him, still reciting, “God is sufficient for us, and He is the best disposer of affairs.” The world darkened before my eyes, just as it had darkened before his, for he could no longer see.

Fatima Ali Abu Awda was born in Gaza, Palestine. She received a bachelor’s degree in art education from Al-Aqsa University And has been an art teacher since 2007. Abu Awda worked as a designer for the Palestinian History Tapestry at Oxford Brooks University. She supervised many art workshops for university graduates and women from the local community. One of her paintings was represented as part of the UNRWA Quilt in the Middle East. Abu Awda supervised schoolgirls in drawing literary stories for Orchid Company and attended numerous art workshops in various fields, including mosaic, textile, ceramics, photography, sculpture, and printmaking. In 2021, Abu Awda participated in many exhibitions both locally and internationally, and held a solo exhibition, Traces of the Soul, at Dar al-Kalima University. She has participated in numerous group exhibitions, including Life and Hope, Nisan Flower Exhibition, Corona and Art Exhibition, Formations Exhibition, Colored Wounds Exhibition, Mosaic Art Piece Exhibition, The Independent Commission for Human Rights Exhibition, Shards of the City Exhibition, Opening Exhibition at the Bethlehem Gate Gallery, and Palestine: A Tale and Color, in London at the Palace of Palestine.