Green and Gold
(100x100cm, Acrylics)
As if we have letters engraved under points of weakness in our bodies. Each time we grow or suffer, with every experience, be it happy or sad, we get to uncover one letter.. when all the letters are uncovered, our configuration is complete..
I try to escape to that neat coffee shop where I am loudly invisible, and where I can’t wait till I lay down my papers and stationary, and neatly deposit my projects in progress.. I like to have reached the stage of writing those good thoughts whose potentials are blooming by the minute.. I witness almost from a distance the uninterrupted effortless flow of those thoughts on paper.. I just need to settle down right there and specifically there where my mood blossoms instantaneously; this is so inviting: my next door buddies on other chairs can feel this energy; and cuddle up in their seats trying to rub into the inviting creative air; .. and I watch the flow onto my fertile stationary at the peak of ovulation.. Won’t that be ruined as soon as I sense that I have a limited time only to spend at that place? That I need to be somewhere after some time; for there is no alarm clocks in Heaven
Madame
Waiting 1
I will collect those lost unfinished episodes and create a picture of other lives… lived by other people, the way I transform patches into art.. and seize to recognize the individual patches in the seamless creation..
FAIROUZ
aka Turquoise and Lipstick
(sold)
I knew I would see her again. Now I know where she spends her days and night. She overlooks a piano and is at a junction between the living and the dining and the kitchen areas, strategically located so she can listen to all movements and conversations and even thoughts and dreams in this beautiful warm house. She is at the junction of life. Her glitters are still sparkling, untouched. I had forgotten how her neck expands in a fiery red and hugs the border of the canvas. It seemed to me that her neck had expanded. I had heard that her name had changed. From Turquoise and lipsticks to Fairouz. How could she not be happy with a name like that? She overhears and eardrops. I love my turquoise. I am sure her eyes were following me last night in a Monaliza style. They are strategically placed so that she could turn them without anyone noticing. I love it how Turquoise was part of the conversation. I saw her. I am so relieved I saw her reborn again last night. I love you Fairouz.
Angst
(120x120cm, Acrylics)
Tell me: who comes to the coffee shop for the coffee? Who comes to sit on a table in a coffee shop to be themselves?
Waiting 2
All I wanted to teach her, all the difference between us, the names of the streets, of the people, the relationships the tricks of the trade, the different accents, what I thought I knew that she did not know but I wanted her to know, she taught herself all of this in the short interval between school and college. Thus demystifying the distances between us toward adulthood. The alleys between highways, the highways themselves, were just dwarfs to her, and monsters to me… she learned them all and found no magic in them. I had glorified that knowledge for no reason… way way overrated truths..
Sabha
(50x50cm, acrylics)
Leisurely writing of prose after serious academic writing feels like strolling and whistling on a free wide road after a long tedious walk on a highway with many road blocks and confusing road signs..
Spectator
(45x45cm, acrylics and mesh)
To make sure your composition is complete, mature and fully represents you, be it a painting, a baked dish, a sewing project or a theorem, make sure you create it over a full span of your many moods.. Just as plants should undergo all seasons of development ..You will avoid a critique of the form “hmmm, it is missing a dash of… summer”?
Downfall
Sometimes reassembling your saved preserved pieces once you cut them across a direction different from the one across which they were originally woven looks like a natural fit… It will dawn on you then that all along you had it all under your nose,
Zmirrod
aka Raghad (sold)
I want to transfer all the paintings and compositions in my head and in my brushes onto canvas and fabric before I get Parkinson’s… I would love to see all color combinations before I lose my eyesight. I would be grateful if I could enjoy all lucid and not so lucid arguments of logic before my brain cells disintegrate and play tricks on me. I want to do all this before I get asked about the order I want them preserved… As a bonus, if it is not too much to ask, I would like for my figure in the mirror to resemble my figure in my head, to some extent, if possible.
Sanayeh
It is good to paint at different times of the LIGHT.. when it is just about starting to get dark, you lose “sight” of the contrast, but compensate on the edges; when it is really dark outside, and in an artificial light setting, you tend to take it easy on the translucency and emphasize the contrast. It simply takes all shades of lights to narrate a painting