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Sketchbook Z|Twelve Pages

These are the first pages of a sketchbook I filled out in 2000. I was just pregnant with my daughter, Z. Reading and looking through it reminds me why I stopped having babies after that.

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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 […]

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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 […]

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Unruly Hair

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. For the full body wax, go here.

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New Color

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 […]

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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 […]

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Traffic Lights & Other Observations|Sleep & Wake

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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 […]

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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 […]

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

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 […]

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From the Bspot|Wax|Originally Posted August 5, 2009

This picture is more about the lady in the corner, discretely depilating herself, than the woman in the foreground. Body hair has always been a tremendous complex for a hirsute Arab like me. The woman is in pain and discomfort. She’s bent like a contortionist in a plexiglass box. She’s probably sweating and her sheera/halawa/sukar […]

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From the Bspot|Half-Frontal|Originally Posted August 31, 2009

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 […]

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From the Bspot|Atomic|Originally Posted August 7, 2009

I’ve always been in awe of science. All through school I was constantly made to believe (through my many failures in the subject, both theoretically and practically) that I could never be good at it. I saw it as a great shortcoming which added to my pre-and slightly post-pubescent low self-esteem. It’s difficult as a […]

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