Wednesday, September 30, 2009: This is Zahra. She is watercolor painted on a piece of 4 x 6 inch paper. For a week I will be putting her through a battery of endurance tests. Today, I will pour water on her and leave her out in the balcony to dry. The temperature outside is in the low 30s.
Filed under: Sketchbook | Tags: chairs, disease, florae, free association, furniture, illness, mistrust, playlist, sado-masochism, stream of consciousness, tables, top five, trust
A page of free associative drawings inspired by feeling like I’ve been dragged by a tractor through a field of dry manure and bumping my head on a blunt rock at the end of it.
Tea again. I am now officially obsessed. Dyed, drowned, doused but not drunk. Tea will accompany me for the next few months as I work on my new pieces for my next exhibition. I don’t have a date or venue yet but that’ll come with time. (more…)
Filed under: Sketchbook | Tags: bubbles, delusions, fools, self-image, sketch
“It must start with the realization that you are not special.”
Filed under: Laura Boushnak, The Sultan Gallery, The Yellow Tape Portraits | Tags: Exhibition, paintings. laura boushnak, photography, Sultan Gallery
The finale of Laura Boushnak‘s little trilogy: the exhibition. (more…)
Filed under: Laura Boushnak, The Sultan Gallery, The Yellow Tape Portraits | Tags: Exhibition, gallery, Laura Boushnak, Paintings, photography, Sultan Gallery
This is the second segment of Laura Boushnak‘s photos of my exhibition: preparations for The Yellow Tape Portraits Exhibition at the Sultan Gallery. (more…)
Filed under: iPod & Other Things Apple, Sketchbook | Tags: 20/20, iPod & Other Things Apple, monocle, sketch, vision
alternately near and far sighted in one eye, 20/20 vision in the other, and a little directionally impaired
Filed under: Laura Boushnak, My Studio, Paintings, The Yellow Tape Portraits | Tags: atelier, children's book, illustrations, Laura Boushnak, Lubna Saif Abbas, Middle East, painting process, photographer, photography, studio
These are photos taken by Palestinian photographer Laura Boushnak. I was lucky to have her around while preparing for my show, The Yellow Tape Portraits. For someone who loves posing for photos (it’s an Alkandari flaw) it was very difficult to ignore the presence of a camera. But Laura made it easy. This is part I: in my studio painting the three last pieces for the show. (more…)
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For dinner she served them the crime.
Filed under: Moving Pictures, Paintings, The Sultan Gallery, The Yellow Tape Portraits | Tags: Exhibition, Middle East, mohammed alkandari, Paintings, Portraits, Sultan Gallery
queen's guardians sitting strong and stoic.
These are photos from my last exhibition at the Sultan Gallery, entitled The Yellow Tape Portraits. The show ran from the 10th to the 12th of February, 2009. For more on these paintings please click on the image above. Photos by Mohammed Alkandari (more…)
Filed under: Moving Pictures, Pecha Kucha Night | Tags: Dar Al Athar Al-Islamiyyah, Kuwait, Pecha Kucha Night
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Filed under: Celebrity, Sketchbook | Tags: Emmy, Emmy Dress, Emmys, Red Carpet
I love tea. I don’t drink it but I love the color and the way teabags look after being doused in a cup of boiling water for a few minutes. I kind of went crazy with these though. I opened three boxes of Chay Al-Wizza and obsessively steeped one after another and placed them on a cookie sheet. I love the organic feel of the bags and the aroma took me back to my grandparent’s old home when my grandpa used to cool down the tea for us by pouring it into a saucer and twirling it around a little.
Filed under: Thomas
A few hours ago I wrote in my most desperate of diaries. The one I go to when I’ve lost all hope in people and resort to my imaginary confidant. This book is my new holder of letters to a man I have become terrified of going to. Because I know that writing to him means that I’ve reached rock bottom. This is Thomas.
Filed under: Moving Pictures
Clouds is a poem by Egyptian poet Yahia Lababidi.
I often tell people I’m ambidextrous. It’s been years now since my mom offhandedly (pardon the pun) said that either my brother, Tareq, or I were left-handed as a child*. I’ve always had this theory that most artists are left-handed, so I really wanted it to have been me. I do certain things with my left hand, kick with my left foot-whenever I feel the urge to kick that is. It had to have been me. Anyway, a few years back I wanted to use both my left and right hand at the same time to draw a picture. The strangest-and most natural-thing happened: my left hand was mirroring my right. I didn’t even have to think about it. The drawing above is such an example. I’m probably not the first or last to do this, but to me, it was a wonderful discovery. It made me feel special (and kind of like a mini superhero) for about a month.
*In Islam, the right hand is preferred to the left. You MUST eat with your right hand because you’re dining with the Devil himself if you use your left one.
