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vee aye pee
Posted on March 17, 2015 2 Comments
This Global Art Forum has opened up a huge can of worms called the VIP list. This type of caste system has never bothered or affected me until it…well…affected me. First of all, and to borrow a phrase from my Average Joe du jour John Oliver, VIP: how is it still a thing?
me, my friends and the ninth global art forum
Posted on March 16, 2015 Leave a Comment
So the Global Art Forum came and went. There were glitches, some heartache and a general feeling of ‘it could’ve been better’. I’m sure we did all we could to present and host it to our best abilities. All I can hope for is that a. we do a better job next year (if we’re asked) and […]
global art forum exhibition } preparing for tomorrow
Posted on March 13, 2015 Leave a Comment
Tomorrow is the opening of Art Dubai’s Global Art Forum, held here in Kuwait for the first time. Part of the two-day event is a group exhibition at Dar Al-Athar Al-Islamiya’s Amricani Cultural Center in Sharg. For the past four days, in one way or another, the four artists displaying their work, with the help […]
watercolor sketchbook } tsunami
Posted on March 11, 2015 Leave a Comment
Listen to Kate Bush’s Love and Anger:
the traveling tap 4 } exit 293, kuwait
Posted on March 9, 2015 5 Comments
Last weekend my sister and I were invited to a ‘Kuwaiti’ party at our friend H’s beach house by the Saudi border. It was the equivalent of a toga party, but instead of Roman garb, the dress code was dishdashas for the men and dara’at (women’s robes) for the ladies. Folkloric singer Ismail Karam and his troop provided the […]
new painting } the dot
Posted on March 4, 2015 2 Comments
This painting has been mostly complete for weeks. I say mostly because I wasn’t sure it was done. She’s always looking at things around the house. Or so it seemed like to me. There was a period missing at the end of this sentence. So I added a dot. And it made perfect sense.
in triplicate } the creation of unoriginal artwork #76 } my new wave
Posted on March 2, 2015 2 Comments
How’s this for a coincidence. The number 76 is a milestone for me as it was the first time I noticed what year it was (I was six at the time. Is that too old to learn about dates?). I became so conscious of it because I saw it everywhere, this magical number 76. The one that […]
watercolor sketchbook } w.i.p.
Posted on February 26, 2015 Leave a Comment
Listen to Elbow’s The Loneliness of a Tower Crane Driver:
rusty notebook } afraid?
Posted on February 24, 2015 3 Comments
I drew this last night. I am overwhelmed. I have so many things coming up in March, I honestly don’t know how it happened. I’m getting worse and worse at visualizing my days beyond ‘tomorrow’. Even that feels abstract to me. I can only visualize ‘now’. Am I rapidly losing my braincells? Maybe, I don’t know. […]
watercolor sketchbook } boys leave
Posted on February 22, 2015 Leave a Comment
My sister’s cat Nitfa left last night. I’ve been saying this for years: boys leave.
a nightly session of MOSOT (modular origami stellated octahedron therapy)
Posted on February 20, 2015 Leave a Comment
I was having a bit of a blah day, what with certain physical discomforts, a sudden sandstorm and a general feeling of ennui. Until I had a brain pop. Out of the blue I thought about origami and how therapeutic it is if done satisfactorily. And after much web-surfing for clear instructions, a few moments of utter […]
watercolor sketchbook } all in the family
Posted on February 20, 2015 Leave a Comment
The Alkandari clan loves being snapped, so we’re always looking for the next great photo op. So last Thursday I took my watercolor sketchbook to our weekly family lunch. I wanted to match my girls with various relatives, whether by looks or color combos or just a certain je ne sais quoi. I wanted them […]
the little ones } these four found
Posted on February 17, 2015 Leave a Comment
I found these four drawings today. I had forgotten all about them, so you can understand my delightful surprise at finding them rather unceremoniously tucked under a pile of notebooks and scrap paper. Poor things.
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