From the Bspot|Wax|Originally Posted August 5, 2009
Posted on March 12, 2010 Leave a Comment
i hate you hair
From the Bspot|Half-Frontal|Originally Posted August 31, 2009
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no nip slips here
I dream a lot that I’m naked and exposed. Of course a dream like that would probably suggest vulnerability, weakness and humiliation. At least that’s what I think. The worst naked dreams are those when I’m in a public (or even private) toilet and I can’t go because the door is missing or there are too many people in the bathroom with me. I get stage fright as it is. And another thing: what do you cover when you find yourself spontaneously denuded? There’s a story about a veiled lady on an airline who failed to lock the lavatory door. When someone accidentally walked in on her, she covered her head, not her private bits. I think if I ever found myself in a situation where my clothes just blew off me, I’d fall to the ground and curl into a fetal position. That will take care of the front bits and with the other hand cover the back (mind you it would need to be a big hand). What would you do?
From the Bspot|Atomic|Originally Posted August 7, 2009
Posted on March 11, 2010 Leave a Comment
dizzy
Fairuz & Me|Fooling Around on March 11 AM
Posted on March 11, 2010 2 Comments
round you go
A few days ago I received a comment about the platform Fairuz is placed upon. I disagreed with what the person wrote even though initially I ultimately pictured her to be floating. I haven’t fully changed my mind but I’m tinkering with the idea of meeting the two ideas half-way, perhaps having her blend into the platform. I don’t know, I’ll see how it works out. Meanwhile, there’s no harm in having a little bit of fun and experimentation (which are two of art’s biggest components for me) in the process. Read More
From the Bspot|Pretty|Originally Posted August 7, 2009
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i'm so pretty, you're so pretty
I wouldn’t call it an accusation, but people tell me I paint ‘ugly’ women. First of all, I don’t think my women are ugly at all. They are gloriously formidable, headstrong and confrontational. In a way, I think that subconsciously I create them as an alterego. They are not your conventional heroine who goes around saving people at night. But they save me on a daily basis. Secondly, this woman here, she’s quite pretty I think.
From the Bspot|Here, Chicken|Originally Posted August 11, 2009
Posted on March 11, 2010 1 Comment
cluck cluck
Have you ever had an invisible friend? Or further still, an invisible life? A life that only you and a few others know about, that many of your most loved ones don’t, or can’t even imagine, exists. Summer is about to end. Next week, an old reality will set back in as my other life returns. A life where I’m a little girl again; not little as in ‘young’, but little as in being denied the responsibility which comes with the practical meaning of freedom. But until then, I’ll be feeding my invisible chicken, feasting on their invisible eggs and enjoying my invisible life.
From the Bspot|What’s Under Your Pillow|Originally Posted September 2, 2009
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call don't call
I always put my phone under the pillow at night. That’s because I use it as an alarm clock and whatever I have as the alarm signal, I am soon conditioned to be very annoyed with. At least when it’s under my pillow the sound is muffled. And because I use my phone, sometimes people might call or message later than my bedtime and that’s just as annoying as the alarm going off at five in the morning.
What’s under your pillow?
Traffic Lights & Other Observations|Day Not Day
Posted on March 10, 2010 Leave a Comment
the boy who cried 'wolf'
Fairuz & Me|Making Amends On March 9 AM
Posted on March 9, 2010 2 Comments
before
after
A few days ago I had a little accident with Fairuz. I tried as much as I could to fix it without completely erasing the remnants of that serendipitous incident.
From the Bspot|Plane Sketches|December 5, 2006, Kuwait Airways Flight 178, Paris to Kuwait
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counting time with different colored pens
On our way back to Kuwait from Paris. This time I had a window seat which I always prefer. The estimated flight time was 5 hours and 50 minutes. I was counting time by creating squares for each minute we were flying and methodically scratching them out. That flight (also a daytime flight) I saw a rainbow. I’d read before that if you see a rainbow from above, you see the whole circle, not just an arc. I couldn’t really believe it until I saw it. It appeared as a small circle, but exciting nonetheless. Read More
From the Bspot|Cold Day|Originally Posted August 20, 2009
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a cold, cold day
It was a cold day in Paris when I did this sketch. I was in my hotel room playing with this watercolor brush/pen Amira bought me. It’s a plastic tube with a brush at the end. You fill it up with water and then brush over the surface to get a watercolory effect. It was fun for about a drawing and a half. I don’t know where that pen is now but I’ve got an itch to watercolorify everything.
Fairuz & Me|All Out War on March 7 AM
Posted on March 7, 2010 3 Comments
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DAMN DAMN DAMN. I could just punch her right now. Well, it’s my fault really. Physics? In any account, it’s not her fault. But I can see that this may be a serendipitous moment. Oomph I can just scream. Read More
From the Bspot|Like Glue|Originally Posted August 25, 2009
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elbow space please!
From the Bspot|Plane Sketches|November 27, 2006, Kuwait Airways Flight 177, Kuwait to Paris|Originally Posted June 29, 2009
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These were done on board Kuwait Airways in late 2006. I was flying with Amira Behbehani (to my left) and Thuraya Al-Baqsami (on my right). We were en route to Paris for a group show at the Institut Du Monde Arabe (also with us was Suhaila Al-Najdi sitting in Business Class the lucky duck). It must have been one of the most unpleasant daytime flights ever. The cabin crew had asked passengers to draw the window blinds and turned off all lights. Thuraya was really funny because she wasn’t going to take it sitting down. She finally asked-well, told-the flight attendant that she knew what they were up to; that they wanted the passengers to be asleep throughout the flight so that they didn’t have to worry about serving us! Soon after her complaint, the lights were all on again and people were starting to wake up from their siestas. The drawings I’ve included here are a fraction of the ones I drew on that plane. I started off in an orderly fashion but soon enough I started losing it. I came to a point where it didn’t matter what I drew as long as I kept my hand busy. Read More
Traffic Lights & Other Observations|Knitwhere
Posted on March 6, 2010 Leave a Comment
the cats will play
Fairuz & Me|March 6 AM
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when i'm tired i just lie down on the floor and watch the paint drip
I’m at a bit of a low here with Fairuz. But I still know what I want to achieve and how to do it so I’m fine. It’s been such a struggle with her. To me, she is not like the painting of Um Kulthum, which was a literal translation from photo to painting. With Fairuz, I am painting her from memory, my memory, my exaggerations and my feelings from bygone days when I used to watch her on TV, transfixed by her cold stature. She is so layered and I have destroyed and reconstructed her over and over and over. I am so tired but I know I must be done with her soon or I’m going to crack. Read More
From the Bspot|Uncomfortable/Unlove|Originally Posted September 19, 2009
Posted on March 6, 2010 Leave a Comment
well-balanced girls
Teddy Bee|March 6
Posted on March 6, 2010 Leave a Comment
someone new joins the party. yes i know it's starting to resemble a brothel. teddy, think of it as a sorority
I’m approaching this painting from a totally different and new angle to how I normally work. There is absolutely no plan, I’m being extra spontaneous and I’m taking my sweet time. I have about another six months to finish it and that is a big part of how I plan to work on this canvas. I want it to keep changing over time until the big day comes when I must give it away. I just feel so free working on it.
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