crossword|timely observation

there are two instances in which i draw in the margins of my crossword puzzle books: one is when i'm stuck, the other is when i have been interrupted by a phone call (in this case) and the last is when i'm on a plane counting down the time. ok, THREE instances

she wore

she wore

If only people knew what I ate. It’s shameful. To me, it’s more than the required and balanced fuel my body needs. It’s a spiritual necessity and sometimes even a tool of punishment. Most of all, it’s a barometer of my emotional health. When I’m happy, I want to eat. And food is a big factor in my ‘being happy’ equation. When I’m sad, I stop eating. And when I decide to cut down on food, I get sad. So, this is me in a nutshell: I’m skinny when I’m sad, depressed, worried, or anxious. And when I’m happy, care-free and jubilant, I’m teetering over to the heavy side. Now you know.

Ballerina Pink|Sunday, June 5 am

ballerina pink. day two

Although I love receiving comments on PrettyGreenBullet, I publish these ‘painting-in-progress’ posts simply to share. It’s hard for me to work on a painting with other people’s voices in my head. I do know and appreciate that different people prefer these paintings at different stages. As for me, I not only enjoy the process, but I love to stop and appreciate the paintings I get along the way! I could choose to stop at certain points; points which would subscribe more to the current trend. However, there’s a certain degree of ‘finished-ness’ I like to accomplish, simply to achieve that feeling of satisfaction I get when I’m ‘done’ with a painting. So think of this as a kindergarten show-and-tell rather than an art school student critique.  Read More

Reza Doust|Get Tested|The Sultan Gallery

'untitled', collage and oil paint on canvas, 200 x 240 cm: this man reminds me of one of my brothers. every time i glimpsed the painting i thought: oh, it's tareq

Last Thursday, in the nick of time, I managed to make it to Reza Doust‘s exhibition at the Sultan Gallery. According to his tally, I was the fourth Kuwaiti artist to visit that afternoon. Not bad for someone who has never been in the top ten of anything before. Back to the point, I had seen some of his latest works either on his site or Facebook page, so knew what to expect. Yet I was taken aback by the sheer size of his paintings. He’s a tiny man who works in a tiny basement studio in Canada. How did he manage works of such magnitude and painted with such skill? In an area so small, how did he put so much movement and freedom into his work? I think the answer comes from a passion inside the man to release the daily burdens imposed either by others or himself. When I see the cut-outs on his canvases, the papers he has collected over the years, including earlier inspirations, I picture a madman in his laboratory, finally deciding to put his references (and life) in order. And I see an organized chaos that so appeals to my sense of dichotomy.  I envy his restraint for using color; because it’s hard to stick to a few tones on your palette and still make the painting look as colorful and vibrant as his. I know it’s a cliche, but Doust has proven that great things come in small packages. Read More