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I like to flatter myself by thinking that I am Katy’s collaborator. Ok, sidekick. I’m Katy’s every-now-and-then part time sidekick. Ok, Ok, I’m just a stupid fan. This is one of three sketches I drew specially for Katy’s latest Unruly post.

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Period

period, 2007, acrylic on canvas, approx. 180cm x 120cm

I painted this one over an older painting. I know, you should never ever do that but I did and felt much better after I did it. Only a fraction of the original painting shows through and that’s the figure you see sitting in the pillow. I was never happy with the original painting. It consisted of different incongruous elements, and unbeknownst to me at the time, was the cause of a very bad taste in my mouth. Only when I defaced it did I realize that I didn’t like the painting at all.

For more paintings of the same period and style (2007), please click ‘more’. Read More

New Color

compass, 2009, charcoal on linen

A week ago, my friend Simon Balsom and I were talking about colors. I was griping about all these products coming out, marketed as being revolutionary and cutting edge. So I said that what would really blow me away is if someone discovered a new color.

Two days ago, Simon called me and said that he found a new color. I was skeptical but my interest was piqued. So he told me this story:

At work, a man came through to Simon’s first floor office on a little tour of the premises. He then went back downstairs. A little later he returned upstairs to Simon’s office and stood in front of this picture which is hanging near his desk, and said, “There are a million works of art in the world, but when I saw this I saw something different. It was like seeing art for the same time. It was like someone has created a new color.”

From the Bspot|Fashion Fascists|Originally Posted August 11, 2009

You and I see things differently. A chewed apple in my mouth tastes different than a chewed apple in yours. You may love shoulder pads, but to me they are a representation of a decade best left behind.

In a society where commodities like intelligence and thinking are left on the back burner, we find other ways to entertain ourselves. For example, I enjoy walking through a mall and watching the fashion victims/predators who have taken the latest trends and extremified them to an agonizing death. I wish the women would put as much energy into reading a book as to discovering the next humungous item to stuff under their veil; as if the size of their head were directly proportionate to their IQ. Or more importantly still, their fashion savvy. And I wish the boys would just stop dressing like women.
But to them, I am the fashion victim. Because they see me walking around in my comfy jeans and loose top, no make-up, unbrushed hair, my bag and shoes ripped and splattered with paint. Poor me.

Homes: Hanan Algharabally & Tareq Alkandari

um kulthum presides over tareq and hanan's lounge. to her left is a lovely pot of orchids

to um kulthum's right is a painting by tareq titled 'inside out'. tareq and hanan have a very structured and modern home. i love the way um kulthum serves as a break in the linear aspects of tareq's painting and one of the windows to her left.

From the Bspot|Ramona the Pest|Originally Posted on August 5, 2009

Who remembers Beverly Cleary’s Ramona Quimby? The Ramona books were among my favorite in the third grade. And I loved the illustrations by Alan Tiegreen. His Ramona had skinny legs and a big head with a bob of scraggly hair. The books epitomized the way I thought life should be at the age of 8. This particular sketch reminded me of the way Ramona would storm out, fists clenched and one particular incident with apples in the basement. It’s a scene where Ramona finds a crate of apples and takes one bite from each and discards it. Her theory is (or it could have been something her sister, Beatrice, told her once) that the best bite of an apple is the first.

My Color Sketchbook

A few years ago I bought a sketchbook. At the time I couldn’t find these sketchbooks in Kuwait so would buy them in Europe or the States. It was always special when I bought a new one and I took very good care that the books were themed by medium and state of mind. This particular sketchbook was very emo-oriented as opposed to being whimsical like my other ones. I think most of it was filled using Japanese poster paints. The book itself has a very antique, rugged feel to it, like it had been left out in the rain and sun. I haven’t filled all the pages yet, but I hope to some day. Read More

From the Bspot|Fruitcake|Originally posted October 4, 2009

forbidden fruitcake

Why do we accept fruitcakes? Well, it’s not my tradition to receive a fruitcake once a year but there was once an attempt at gifting me one and I refused politely. I matter-of-factly stated that neither I nor my children will eat it and it will go to waste.
When did we, as humans, learn to accept behavior unacceptable to us? Why can’t we just be honest about stuff that shouldn’t even get us in trouble in the first place. If I don’t want a cookie I should be able to say no and the offerer should be able to process that ‘no’ is a refusal and not a stab at coyness.
If I don’t like someone, I should be able to tell them and it shouldn’t provoke offense. I’d want someone to tell me that they don’t like me (they’d have to actually not like me). Not out of the blue, but if I’m pushing to be their friend and they don’t really want it, they should tell me. No offense would be taken. And why do we insist on taking someone’s number when we meet them. I stopped taking numbers, unless I genuinely want to call. I have become almost rude about it.
So try not to be a fruitcake. Be with people you like, eat what you like, sleep when you want (and you can), and do whatever you wish without hurting others. Merry Christmas in October!