Sketchbook Category
Sketchbook Twenty Ten Two|Five Sketches
Posted on May 31, 2010 Leave a Comment
Oh no I got my homonyms mixed up again! It’s ‘waist’ not ‘waste’. Been collecting too much garbage after the litterbugs.
Woman
Posted on May 2, 2010 3 Comments
I’m forty years old and still fertile. And with this fertility comes a monthly trial, an emotionally and physically trying nuisance. It’s difficult to imagine the goings on in my womb, the breaking of the lining as if by tiny bundles of TNT, the flow of blood from my pipes and the disaster which ensues. […]
Parcel Paper Sketchbook|Drawings From Another Century
Posted on April 13, 2010 3 Comments
I found this sketchbook the other day. Yes I have many, and still some misplaced, lost and completely forgotten about. This particular book was a gift from Yahia Suwailim who is currently the curator at Boushahri Gallery. It’s a ream of parchment-like paper, held together with string and protected by a corrugated cardboard cover. It’s […]
Sketchbook Z|Six Sketches
Posted on April 6, 2010 Leave a Comment
In mid-pregnancy I developed this condition called ptyalism. Wikipedia insensitively (or possibly more accurately) calls it drooling. I was going through an average of five-yes five-boxes of tissues a day. The tissues became a huge part of my daily life for weeks until I discovered that mistika gum worked wonders to subdue my salivary glands.
Sketchbook Z|Three Lonely Sketches
Posted on April 5, 2010 5 Comments
I’m trying to present these sketches in sequence, especially this sketchbook since it follows my pregnancy with Z. There are only three sketches here because the pages after these are the tissue box series which merit their own post.
Sketchbook Z|Twelve Pages
Posted on April 4, 2010 Leave a Comment
These are the first pages of a sketchbook I filled out in 2000. I was just pregnant with my daughter, Z. Reading and looking through it reminds me why I stopped having babies after that.
Black Sketchbook|Boxes on the Mind
Posted on April 2, 2010 12 Comments
I love boxes, I love chairs, and I love women. Ok, that last bit didn’t sound quite right although it’s true. I DO love women. I love drawing and painting them, I love their wide array of emotions and complexities, and I love the fact that I am a woman. This is one of those […]
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