Parcel Paper Sketchbook|Drawings From Another Century

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 in very fragile condition. I hope it’s still in tact by the time I finish archiving it. Read More

Homes:Shatha & Qatami Al-Qatami

This morning I visited Ophelia. I have never done this before, just visited a painting of mine in it’s own right. It took my breath away when I spotted it as soon as I walked through Shatha Al-Qatami’s front door. But my first glimpse of Ophelia was through a mirror, which is what took me aback. I’m very directionally impaired and this sense of dislocation had me quite confused for a few seconds. It’s thanks to Shatha pointing at the actual painting that I found Ophelia looking regally over the dining area, a hostess awaiting her guests. Read More

Sketchbook Z|Six Sketches

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. Read More

Sketchbook Z|Three Lonely Sketches

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.

Zahra|You Never Made it in the End

zahra in the beginning

This is Zahra. I painted her sometime between September and October on a watercolor postcard with the intention of putting her through a few tasks and ultimately mailing her to a friend of mine. She passed all tasks with flying colors, but alas did not survive Kuwait’s postal service (sent from Kuwait to Kuwait). Poor Zahra. I don’t know where she is right now. Read More

Black Sketchbook|Boxes on the Mind

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 drawings that incorporates all three of my favorite subjects with a medium I love: ink on tracing paper. I love tracing paper. I love the way it crinkles and has a mind of its own. If you were to spend a whole month with a box, chair, woman or tracing paper, which would it be? Read More

The Dream

Sometimes when I want to travel without getting out of my comfy, fat chair, I endeavor on a drawing like this. As soon as I start to draw, the lines transform to rivers with little streams and rivulets of swimming images branching from their banks. through these pictures my mind wanders so far and wide and I feel very safe within their confines. At times, the experience becomes tantric and sometimes a little stressed. And there is always the excitement of what comes next.

This drawing was done sometime in 2008. It took me about four or five days to complete. I did get up occasionally from my comfy, fat chair during that time.

Yellow Tape Portraits Complete Collection

Paintings from 2009’s The Yellow Tape Portraits. These are not titled. The large, full scale women are about 100cm x 250cm and the medium portraits are 91cm x 152cm. Two are 12ocm x 152cm. I wanted to keep them all as uniform as I could without sacrificing too much color and variation in facial features and expression. This is my army of women who protected me at one of the most vulnerable periods of my life. Read More