door!
Posted on May 3, 2011 9 Comments
i finished my door finally. i just wish i could take out one of my old doors and put in this new (old, broken and desecrated) one. i would have, if i owned this apartment :(
Distraction
Posted on May 2, 2011 Leave a Comment
'emmanuel goldstein is dead'-adam judge and a few others over the last ten years
door|may 1, 2011 am & pm
Posted on May 1, 2011 Leave a Comment
it's on its way. now if only i could actually use it as a door
Click here for a step by step slideshow.
door
Posted on April 30, 2011 1 Comment
About a year ago, one of my home’s doors had to be broken in order to get one of my children locked inside, out. And now, a whole year later, I finally have a new door. When the workers came in to replace it with the new one, and proceeded to take the broken one out of the apartment, I was like, “Whoa, Misters!” I paid for the new door, there was no way I was going to let them just take it back to the workshop and chuck it in the shredding bin. Plus, that door has been with me for years now and I kinda get attached to things Read More
Gallery Tilal|AbdelRida Baqer
Posted on April 28, 2011 Leave a Comment
dishdashas, blackberries and muted desert scenes
One of the exhibitions I visited last Sunday was one of Kuwait’s veteran artists’, AbdelRida Baqer. If you like muted, neutral colors, bold yet understated brush strokes and lots of movement, then I think you might like this show. It’s up until May 3rd at Gallery Tilal.
crotches, cats, dervish dancers and a sole penguin|abed el kadiri|identity turbulences
Posted on April 26, 2011 Leave a Comment
i found my camera gravitating towards the crotches in abed's works. when i spoke to him afterwards, he stressed the importance and simplicity of a pair of jeans
I always enjoy the FA Gallery exhibitions. There’s something about the building itself both on the outside and in which is warm and welcoming. The openings are always a great buzz and more often than not I like the work I see. But this time there was more. Abed El Kadiri’s work moves me. Rare for me at Kuwait’s exhibitions, his paintings make me want to go home and paint. When it’s evident that the artist enjoyed himself and that he allowed himself to experiment with different media, subjects and materials (while maintaining a pleasing aesthetic), then that’s infectious. I don’t have much time to paint this week, but when I get to starting again next week, I’m sure to come back to this post for inspiration.
The exhibition is up until May 7, 10 pm. Read More
asleep at the kosha
Posted on April 25, 2011 4 Comments
I don’t get Kuwaiti weddings. I really don’t.
Last night I was sweet-talked by my mom into pretty-please dropping by a cousin’s daughter’s wedding party (you know, since I was going to two exhibitions and what was one more event anyway. At 10 pm. When my bedtime is 9:30). I literally wanted to cry after wishy-washily agreeing to this because I had just spent that day and the day before preparing for a big Palestinian embroidery exhibition. I was dreading going out at all last night, let alone sealing it with an obnoxious Kuwaiti wedding. Which brings me back to my point: I don’t get Kuwaiti weddings. Read More
oops
Posted on April 22, 2011 Leave a Comment
the other day i was waiting outside the school for my children to be let out. i got there half an hour early and thought i'd get my notebook out and write a list of things i had to do. my list was complete in two minutes. so naturally i started sketching. i didn't realize how many times i was going over the same lines until my pen tore through the paper and i thought: how cool! that kept me busy for the rest of my wait. simple minds, simple pleasures
not so haute now, i see
Posted on April 21, 2011 4 Comments
Haute couture (French for “high sewing” or “high dressmaking”; pronounced: [ot kutyʁ], English pronunciation: /ˌoʊt kuːˈtʊər/) refers to the creation of exclusive custom-fitted clothing. Haute couture is made to order for a specific customer, and it is usually made from high-quality, expensive fabric and sewn with extreme attention to detail and finished by the most experienced and capable seamstresses, often using time-consuming, hand-executed techniques. Couture is a common abbreviation of haute couture and refers to the same thing in spirit.[1]
I was introduced by a friend of mine to a fashion snob the other night. I’ll get straight to my story (via a small diversion because I’m feeling a little catty and I think deservedly so because any kind of snob really gets my goat). At a certain gallery which shall not be named, my friend called over this Amazonian woman and told her to ‘meet my friend, Ghadah.’ ‘Ghadah, this is [*bleep* boy’s name], [*bleep*, this is Ghadah].’ I was about to correct my friend in quite a well-natured manner that *bleep* is actually a man’s name, until it miraculously dawned on me, before putting my big, fat foot in my mouth, that *bleep* wasn’t a hot woman at all but a disturbingly (and unfairly) pretty man. Read More
Reminiscing Kuwait II: A Tale of a Country|By Ali Sultan & Hamad Al Saab
Posted on April 20, 2011 5 Comments
Both a celebration of and a requiem to Kuwait’s past, Ali Sultan & Hamad Al Saab’s Reminiscing Kuwait II reads like a story which has prematurely reached it’s happy ever after in the sixties and witnessed a steady decline ever since. I do, however, also think it’s a story of hope. Although my first impression when I walked in was one of pleasant shock, almost like a buzz, faced by two walls displaying primary-colored minimalistic paintings, it was the central piece, The Distracted Path, which held my attention. And the funny thing is, this piece wasn’t in the center at all.
It’s the only one of its kind at the gallery, save another which isn’t as cacophonic and includes the stitching only in one part. It’s such a turbulent piece that the rest of the exhibition feels like calm waters after swimming out of a terrible stretch of rapids.
The exhibition is up at the Sultan Gallery until tomorrow afternoon. Read More
the lady in my office|mohammed al-kouh
Posted on April 19, 2011 1 Comment
this was sent to me by mohammed al-kouh last night. i love these little surprises. and i must say that my lady looks great with three mona lisas and one of youssef nabil's portraits on mohammed's bulletin board at work
Please Touch|Cristina Portella|Fa Gallery
Posted on April 18, 2011 18 Comments
the outside. i liked this butterfly and the writing above it in
We grow up being told not to touch. Even as adults we see the unfriendly ‘Do Not Touch’ sign at museums, stores and even novelty boutiques which tantalize us to touch but order us not to. But last night, visitors to Cristina Portella’s exhibition ‘Please Touch’ at the FA Gallery were not only encouraged to feel everything (something I assure you I took full advantage of), but were blind-folded too (really, what better way to cause mischief at a well-attended cultural function than to pretend you can’t see?). I have to say, however, that the show did not live up to the hype I’d built up in my head. Read More
leak
Posted on April 18, 2011 2 Comments
When a leaky roof becomes a source of refreshment, we drink.
Monira Al Qadiri|The Tragedy of Self
Posted on April 13, 2011 2 Comments
I am so happy that I made it to Monira Al Qadiri’s solo exhibition The Tragedy of Self, at the Sultan Gallery last night. However, I could just kick myself in the bum for not taking my camera with me (I’m disappointed in myself for allowing this dust to keep me from going back this morning, but my kids are at home and they need their mom here. Otherwise I’d have lugged them along with me). So I went last night and Monira, my anointed Queen of all things androgenic, surprisingly looked a little skewed towards femininity in her black, gold-embroidered punjabi. I’m so glad I took two of my children to an exhibition like this because I enjoyed watching them take the works in and hearing their comments. Read More
Notes & Doodles|Palestinian Cultural Center Meeting|April 11, 2011
Posted on April 12, 2011 Leave a Comment
one of the longest and most difficultly herded meetings. when will these women stop chattering like barn hens and begin behaving like sheep?
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