Actress Yumna Al-Arashi HD Photos and Wallpapers January 2026

Reposting, censorsed my body is political. it is the most political thing i have because it is the only thing i have. my body is an object of control, policed by those whose own bodies are marked with the power of life yet see mine as a site to control. my body is too sexy, too ugly, too beautiful, too skinny, too fat, too weak, too strong. this platform rewards me when i share my sexualised body but punishes me if i show too much. my body has held trauma, the weight of others, language that scarred me so deeply it left echoes i’ll carry until death. the scars were once a weight of shame, now they are a reminder of why my body must stand in defiance. since childhood, my body has been trained to watch images of bodies like mine being murdered, attacked, controlled. to survive and to thrive is an act of resistance. i’ve inherited the trauma of the body i was birthed from. my work with my body brings discomfort and cruelty, praise and rejection. it attracts attention, wanted and unwanted. it is too brown, too hairy, too loud, too old, too naked, too clothed. i abuse my body to remove myself from it. and yet, my body is my connection to this planet, these lands, the manifestation of my aliveness. i dress my body and express with my body, it is my medium every second that my heart beats. it breeds love and joy and care and comfort. but the most pure root of my love can’t be shared, because my humanity is too shameful to be real. my body receives the opinions, the stares, the bullshit of others. envy, rage, questions of what is real and what is fake, opinions on what to fix or remove. it is told how to move, how loud or quiet it must be. my body is raped, objectified, hurt and damaged by the repetitions of non-consent, a gaze and abuse belonging to masses of violence. my body absorbs or deflects cruelty with every comment, every projection. and still, here it is: alive, strong, vulnerable. to choose becomes my greatest rebellion. to push myself again and again through the motions of shame — a sport i have mastered – this is my greatest political act.

Reposting, censorsed my body is political. it is the most political thing i have because it is the only thing i have. my body is an object of control, policed by those whose own bodies are marked with the power of life yet see mine as a site to control. my body is too sexy, too ugly, too beautiful, too skinny, too fat, too weak, too strong. this platform rewards me when i share my sexualised body but punishes me if i show too much. my body has held trauma, the weight of others, language that scarred me so deeply it left echoes i’ll carry until death. the scars were once a weight of shame, now they are a reminder of why my body must stand in defiance. since childhood, my body has been trained to watch images of bodies like mine being murdered, attacked, controlled. to survive and to thrive is an act of resistance. i’ve inherited the trauma of the body i was birthed from. my work with my body brings discomfort and cruelty, praise and rejection. it attracts attention, wanted and unwanted. it is too brown, too hairy, too loud, too old, too naked, too clothed. i abuse my body to remove myself from it. and yet, my body is my connection to this planet, these lands, the manifestation of my aliveness. i dress my body and express with my body, it is my medium every second that my heart beats. it breeds love and joy and care and comfort. but the most pure root of my love can’t be shared, because my humanity is too shameful to be real. my body receives the opinions, the stares, the bullshit of others. envy, rage, questions of what is real and what is fake, opinions on what to fix or remove. it is told how to move, how loud or quiet it must be. my body is raped, objectified, hurt and damaged by the repetitions of non-consent, a gaze and abuse belonging to masses of violence. my body absorbs or deflects cruelty with every comment, every projection. and still, here it is: alive, strong, vulnerable. to choose becomes my greatest rebellion. to push myself again and again through the motions of shame — a sport i have mastered – this is my greatest political act.

Up next, opening on Thursday, February 5, mark your calendars! ✨ Nudes with Yumna Al-Arashi Polly Borland Chantal Joffe Christine Lederer Anys Reimann Elsa Rouy Joan Semmel Sylvia Sleigh Annegret Soltau Michaela Spiegel “Nudes” invites visitors to take a fresh look at the representation of the female body in art history. A history of seeing—and being seen. At the heart of “Nudes” lies a subtle shift away from long-held ideals, presenting bodies not as perfect forms, but as unique appearances — vulnerable, powerful and contradictory. The image above shows one photograph from the series „Let Me In” by Zurich-based Yemeni-Egyptian-American artist Yumna Al-Arashi, which she made alongside nude sculptures of women in Zürich, as such not only commenting on her own cultural background, but also addressing the anonymity of these female sculptures. Image: Yumna Al-Arashi „Let Me In“ 2024, series of 16 photographs, 21×29.7 cm each / 8-1/4 x 11-11/16 inches, Edition of 2 plus 1AP, (© Yumna Al-Arashi) @yumnaaa @polly_borland @ledererchristine @anysreimann @elsa.rouy @semmeljoan @sylvia_sleigh @annegretsoltauofficial @mlle.michaelaspiegel @annahelwing #annahelwing #annahelwinggallery

Two summers ago a friend of ours took his own life, rattling our entire world. Some months later, in autumn, a genocide began unfolding before our eyes, revealing a dark and shameful side of humanity which became apparent in our daily lives. In a stream of frantic grief and uncertainty I wrote a proposal to create a new work – rage. Everything felt like it was closing in on itself more than it had already been, not that anything was really truly going well before. Still, something big had shifted in me and the world around me, a feeling I knew was echoing in so many of us. I didn’t know what else to do but follow a desire to let my body and my work submit, leaning into feeling everything all at once; all good all bad, all ugly and beautiful. Together with my family at @hillton_ and all the 100 people who joined us, we made this work, rage. This weekend we finally got to show it in its full glory for the first time at the @ducatoprize. It will be up until November and my bad iPhone documentation can’t encapsulate how beautiful the installation is. Thank you to @yanik.cu for holding this work since day one, to @fabiotozzodp for your cinematic brilliance, to @jenni_tschugmell for your incredible styling which tied everything together perfectly, to @yonca.sophia for your patience with this edit, to @iamkelseylu for your beautiful and haunting composition, to @ninacutkovic at @jinglejunglestudios for piecing together the sound so masterfully, to @________epilogue for the most beautiful color grade. Thank you to @giacomopigliapoco and the whole team at @ducatoprize for supporting this work as well as the brilliant design of @fosburyarchitecture . Thank you to the hundreds of others who supported this work in solidarity. One of the greatest lessons I’ve learned through this work is that the root of all rage is love. May we forever rage.

Two summers ago a friend of ours took his own life, rattling our entire world. Some months later, in autumn, a genocide began unfolding before our eyes, revealing a dark and shameful side of humanity which became apparent in our daily lives. In a stream of frantic grief and uncertainty I wrote a proposal to create a new work – rage. Everything felt like it was closing in on itself more than it had already been, not that anything was really truly going well before. Still, something big had shifted in me and the world around me, a feeling I knew was echoing in so many of us. I didn’t know what else to do but follow a desire to let my body and my work submit, leaning into feeling everything all at once; all good all bad, all ugly and beautiful. Together with my family at @hillton_ and all the 100 people who joined us, we made this work, rage. This weekend we finally got to show it in its full glory for the first time at the @ducatoprize. It will be up until November and my bad iPhone documentation can’t encapsulate how beautiful the installation is. Thank you to @yanik.cu for holding this work since day one, to @fabiotozzodp for your cinematic brilliance, to @jenni_tschugmell for your incredible styling which tied everything together perfectly, to @yonca.sophia for your patience with this edit, to @iamkelseylu for your beautiful and haunting composition, to @ninacutkovic at @jinglejunglestudios for piecing together the sound so masterfully, to @________epilogue for the most beautiful color grade. Thank you to @giacomopigliapoco and the whole team at @ducatoprize for supporting this work as well as the brilliant design of @fosburyarchitecture . Thank you to the hundreds of others who supported this work in solidarity. One of the greatest lessons I’ve learned through this work is that the root of all rage is love. May we forever rage.

Two summers ago a friend of ours took his own life, rattling our entire world. Some months later, in autumn, a genocide began unfolding before our eyes, revealing a dark and shameful side of humanity which became apparent in our daily lives. In a stream of frantic grief and uncertainty I wrote a proposal to create a new work – rage. Everything felt like it was closing in on itself more than it had already been, not that anything was really truly going well before. Still, something big had shifted in me and the world around me, a feeling I knew was echoing in so many of us. I didn’t know what else to do but follow a desire to let my body and my work submit, leaning into feeling everything all at once; all good all bad, all ugly and beautiful. Together with my family at @hillton_ and all the 100 people who joined us, we made this work, rage. This weekend we finally got to show it in its full glory for the first time at the @ducatoprize. It will be up until November and my bad iPhone documentation can’t encapsulate how beautiful the installation is. Thank you to @yanik.cu for holding this work since day one, to @fabiotozzodp for your cinematic brilliance, to @jenni_tschugmell for your incredible styling which tied everything together perfectly, to @yonca.sophia for your patience with this edit, to @iamkelseylu for your beautiful and haunting composition, to @ninacutkovic at @jinglejunglestudios for piecing together the sound so masterfully, to @________epilogue for the most beautiful color grade. Thank you to @giacomopigliapoco and the whole team at @ducatoprize for supporting this work as well as the brilliant design of @fosburyarchitecture . Thank you to the hundreds of others who supported this work in solidarity. One of the greatest lessons I’ve learned through this work is that the root of all rage is love. May we forever rage.

Two summers ago a friend of ours took his own life, rattling our entire world. Some months later, in autumn, a genocide began unfolding before our eyes, revealing a dark and shameful side of humanity which became apparent in our daily lives. In a stream of frantic grief and uncertainty I wrote a proposal to create a new work – rage. Everything felt like it was closing in on itself more than it had already been, not that anything was really truly going well before. Still, something big had shifted in me and the world around me, a feeling I knew was echoing in so many of us. I didn’t know what else to do but follow a desire to let my body and my work submit, leaning into feeling everything all at once; all good all bad, all ugly and beautiful. Together with my family at @hillton_ and all the 100 people who joined us, we made this work, rage. This weekend we finally got to show it in its full glory for the first time at the @ducatoprize. It will be up until November and my bad iPhone documentation can’t encapsulate how beautiful the installation is. Thank you to @yanik.cu for holding this work since day one, to @fabiotozzodp for your cinematic brilliance, to @jenni_tschugmell for your incredible styling which tied everything together perfectly, to @yonca.sophia for your patience with this edit, to @iamkelseylu for your beautiful and haunting composition, to @ninacutkovic at @jinglejunglestudios for piecing together the sound so masterfully, to @________epilogue for the most beautiful color grade. Thank you to @giacomopigliapoco and the whole team at @ducatoprize for supporting this work as well as the brilliant design of @fosburyarchitecture . Thank you to the hundreds of others who supported this work in solidarity. One of the greatest lessons I’ve learned through this work is that the root of all rage is love. May we forever rage.