Project on progress:
Intimate Mythologies (Working title)
The Blue Mole Myth, 2025
Oil on canvas
27 x 41 cm
what would be the mythology of intimacy?
It is around this question that the artist’s current work unfolds. To answer it, she delves back into her childhood memories, attempting to isolate the false ones—those images that persist, yet which reason struggles to legitimize.
Rather than dismissing them, Khraief seeks to understand the place occupied by these "placebos of memory": their function, the emotional charge they carry, and the way in which, once unmasked, they are transformed into symbolic landmarks.
This introspective gesture thus becomes a way of questioning how the imaginary can shape subjective narratives.
In this project, one reference persists: the legend of the Qâf Mountains.
Drawn from Arab mythology (among other traditions), this legend tells of emerald mountains rising at the edge of the world. In the artist’s work, this figure stands as a threshold between our tangible world and the uncertain, becoming a symbol of the liminality between the real and what escapes its contours.
The Memory that dreamt of itself, 2025
Oil on canvas
40 X 40 cm
From my classroom window,reality failed, 2025
Oil on canvas
46 x 38 cm
Mauvaises herbes
2023
Scanography, printing on acetate sheets & tracing paper, acrylic on canvas.
Texte originale en français
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Moncef Bey, Tunis.
17 juillet 2022 vers 15h.
Sous un soleil plombant, le décor est classique ; des visages exaspérés, une tension dissimulée dans chaque regard et les gens qui ne se supportent plus.
Du coin d’une rue jaillit le bruit d’une aberration, le bruit d’un coupe-bordure.
Entre un pot de yaourt et un paquet de cigarettes jeté par terre, un monsieur désherbe le long d’un bâtiment. Dans cette atmosphère suffocante, l’humain, probablement démuni de ses moyens, a choisi de s’en prendre aux “mauvaises herbes”.
À travers cette tentative ridicule de contrôler son environnement, me rappelant moi-même quand je me coupe les cheveux pour me sentir mieux, quelqu'un a décidé que, dans ce triste décor de maison en ruine, (littéralement) lapident les passant à travers ses balcons abandonnés, il n’y a mieux à faire que de s’en prendre à une verdure qui repoussera...
English translation
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Moncef Bey, Tunis.
July 17, 2022 around 3pm.
Under a heavy sun, the scenery seems to be familiar: exasperated faces, tension hidden in every glance, people can't stand each other anymore... From around the corner comes the sound of an aberration; the clatter of a grass-trimmer. Between a yogurt pot and a discarded cigarette pack, a man is cutting grass along the side of a building. In this suffocating atmosphere, the human being, probably out of his means, has chosen to attack the " Weeds". Through this ridiculous attempt to control one's environment, reminding me of my ownself when I cut my hair to feel better, someone has decided that, in this sad setting of ruined houses stoning passers-by through its abandoned balconies, there's nothing better to do than to pick on some greenery that will regrow...
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Murs
2021
Herbier & collage
Analog Collage 2019-2022
