When she was little, Soizick Hamon lived in Meknes, one of the imperial cities of Morocco. If you go via Meknes, you will inevitably linger in front of Bab Mansour, the Mansour Gate, so called because it was designed by a Christian converted to Islam. This majestic gate, inserted in imposing ramparts, once immortalized by Eugène Delacroix, was the main entrance to the palace built for Sultan Moulay Ismaïl. Today it is a tourist attraction. But it was, in the childish eyes of the future artist, a kind of mystery. What could have been behind that door? What could it open onto? What was it supposed to house?
Childhood obsession…
That’s how it is: a door always asking questions; because it reminds of a change, a transition, the advent of a new world which we accept as a sign when we decide to go through it.