in triplicate } the creation of unoriginal artwork #44
Posted on September 7, 2013 2 Comments
tag the original
and when it gets dark…
Posted on September 6, 2013 1 Comment
my women have been described as expressionless, stony, stolid. i found myself drawing this woman tonight. i didn’t mean to. she just turned out this way. ps. ellie goulding for my daughter, not me. but i’m taking her
friday’s thing } it’s not a painting, it’s a sounding board
Posted on September 6, 2013 4 Comments
things aren’t supposed to take form but they are and i’m not sure if i’m happy about it
A few Fridays ago I decided to take out a roll of canvas-like material (I’ll never know what it is, it smells like upholstery fabric but it’s quite stiff and nasty) and start doodling on it with my paints. Nothing made sense in my life and I didn’t want this ‘painting‘ to make sense. It was an exercise in ignorance of color, form and composition. As hard as I tried, I couldn’t help avoiding total anarchy. This morning I decided to return to this painting. I’m not as confused as I was then but I’m just as determined to create a dystopian work. It’s not easy. Read More
in triplicate } the creation of unoriginal artwork #42 & #43
Posted on September 5, 2013 6 Comments
i did it. the original
I haven’t done this in a while. It’s been almost a year since I did the last one. I feel a little rusty and not as experimental with it as i was back then. Read More
wax
Posted on September 4, 2013 2 Comments
Sometimes inspiration comes from the most unlikely of places. This morning, I found it in my son’s lunch. Wax paper. It’s my new yum.
red
Posted on August 31, 2013 Leave a Comment
sometimes i’m lethargic. sometimes i’m lazy. sometimes i’m impatient. a few days ago i was all the above
new painting } eve blue
Posted on August 30, 2013 1 Comment
eve blue, 2013, acrylic on canvas, 61cm x 76cm
I feel so scattered. My work is all over the place. I’m creating individual pieces that I like, but I feel stuck. I have no solid plans and no direction. But I sense that one day *something* will dawn on me and I’ll regain some focus. For now, I’ll keep on painting, drawing and posting. Read More
blue
Posted on August 29, 2013 4 Comments
These are two videos my son Khaled and I filmed while playing with some water and blue food coloring. We were both very mesmerized by the way the dye reacted with the water. Later we introduced my girls to the liquid in what turned into something resembling water torture. Our intentions were good, but I’m not so sure the girls were happy.
*Music by Armenian Girl’s Choir Speghani. Read More
vinegar
Posted on August 28, 2013 Leave a Comment
pickled eves
As you know I get these surges of playfulness which grip me for a few hours and result in something that ultimately gets posted here. This time it was different, because my whimsy was a catalyst for something that would come after. It inspired my son, and consequently me, to play with some water and food coloring. I’ll publish that post later on today. Read More
the flower in her stomach
Posted on August 23, 2013 1 Comment
the flower in her stomach, the one that made her cry
This was quite a production, from putting on the dress, laying out the black curtains and attaching my phone to a beam above. I was also a little distracted by my yearning for a loved one and a book that brought back memories of bygone days. The song is ‘Flirting With You All My Life’ by Cowboy Junkies. Read More
yet another new book } watercolor sketchbook
Posted on August 23, 2013 3 Comments
the rubber band has been put there by me. it’s the only way to tame the book I’m about to murder
I’ve never owned a hard-bound watercolor sketchbook. The idea never even occurred to me before this beauty caught my eye at the Green & Stone stationary shop in London. I also love the fact that it’s in portrait format, perfect for my ladies.
page one
red is my new brown
Posted on August 20, 2013 Leave a Comment
my first red entry
my ‘small’ room at dean st townhouse. not small at all, compared to the tiny and broom closet rooms
airplane timelines } british airways flights 156 & 157 kuwait to london and back } august 15th-august 18th, 2013
Posted on August 19, 2013 Leave a Comment
page one
I know my posts have been chronologically topsy turvy, but I don’t think it really matters in the grander scheme of things.
finally rose } day two and the morning after
Posted on August 19, 2013 1 Comment
i started my second day at rose cottage with a short bike ride around the area. i took the red bike closest to the entrance of the shed. i rode past a couple of farms and a horse stable. and i also almost squashed this little fella…
hello snail. it’s funny because i was in such a hurry to take a picture of this snail, but then stopped and thought: it’s going to take forever for this guy to dodge the photo. i’m fine to take my time
the traveling tap 4 } current location } suffolk, england
Posted on August 18, 2013 4 Comments
she’s with me now. i hope she’ll be as happy and fulfilled as she was with her previous custodian, ayesha
finally rose } day one
Posted on August 17, 2013 8 Comments
i said i was going to keep my cool upon arrival, but i couldn’t help giving a little cheer when mark the taxi driver said we were here
finally the roses are united: rose & the roses at rose cottage
Three days ago I arrived in the UK, with a promise to take back England and return to myself. Yes, I know this all sounds very much like a second coming-of-age or worse yet, a midlife crisis, but those who know me know how difficult things have been in the past few months. And they know that I deserve a break. I know there are more people who have it worse off than I do, but it’s all relative and doesn’t make me less of an emotional shipwreck.
I’m going to skip London and jump straight to a little place called The Grove Cottages, owned by Mark and Zuzi Scott in Edwardstone, Suffolk. Of course, if you’ve read one or two of my posts over the last month, you may have noticed the mention of a Rose Cottage, the one I’m calling home for two days. So come with me, let me show you around my little cottage in the English countryside. Read More
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