Shirin Neshat was one of the few artists who caught my attention at the last Venice Biennale. Thinking that I might write a piece about her two-screen video, I even jotted her name into my notebook. The first impression was deceptive, though. Having seen three of her two-screen videos, all of which are now on show at the Serpentine, I felt trapped in the vacuum created and maintained by her relentless dichotomizing: black-white, yearning-loathing, east-west, arid-fertile, man-woman, seeing-hearing, life-death, coming-going, word-image… I feel she herself is trapped in that vacuum between her two screens. Suspended between her own east and west, between Tehran and Berkeley, California, her journey is over. She is going nowhere. We will be seeing her first step into the world, her first leap into the void, over and over and over and over again.