Filed under: Sketchbook, Sketchbook Twenty Ten Two | Tags: angel, apples, halo, ink, Kuwait, ramadan, sketch, Sketchbook
Filed under: dar al-funoon, Watercolor | Tags: bayt abdullah, charity, dar al-funoon, Exhibition, ink, kacch, Kuwait, watercolor
the world's second best juggler, 2010, watercolor and ink on canvas, approx. 12 x 16 cm
In October Dar Al Funoon will be hosting its second Bayt Abdullah exhibition to generate funds for the children’s hospice, commissioned by KACCH to provide specialized care for children who are not expected to reach adulthood. Works will be sold at a token price so don’t miss it! I’ll post the details and a map closer to the exhibition opening.
Filed under: Sketchbook, Sketchbook Twenty Ten Two | Tags: ink, kuwaiti, pen, sketch, Sketchbook, women
Filed under: Large Sketchbooks, Sketchbook | Tags: color, ink, Kuwait, large, pencil, Sketchbook
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I bought this large 14 x 11 inch notebook from a stationary shop in New York in 2002. It’s perfect for pencil sketches but of course I like to use it with any writing or coloring tool I can get my hand on. I still have many blank pages left because I’ve decided to just use pencils on it which I rarely do. But I will. (more…)
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Filed under: Rants & Raves, The Book of Traffic Lights & Other Observations | Tags: colorful, diary, Kuwait, leather book, markers
A year ago, my Aunty Latifa died after a long, on and off battle with breast cancer. I have a few sketches which either remind me of her, or were influenced by the way I felt concerning her at the time. I was never really close to my aunt, but we did share some one-on-one moments and we did make each other laugh sometimes. But when she became really sick towards the end (she was in a vegetative state for over a year), that is when I developed this strange one sided relationship with her. Because I visited her quite early in the morning, I was usually alone with her in the room. And then it felt like it was just me and her, like I could tell her my innermost secrets and she would understand. Whereas before I would never have been comfortable just holding her hand or stroking her hair, it was second-to-nature when she fell ill.
It’s been two years now and seems way, way longer. She has almost entirely disappeared from my life and my imagination. I don’t mistake anyone’s voice for hers and my mind has stopped playing tricks on me where she’s concerned. She’s almost completely gone. But I don’t think I’ll ever erase her number from my phone.
Filed under: Postcards, Watercolor | Tags: ink, Kuwait, postcard, rapidograph, watercolor
the art of sinking slowly into jello molds, 2010, watercolor and ink on paper, 10cm x 15cm
a portrait of simon balsom, 2010, oil on canvas, 50cm x 70cm
Well, the painting is done. I’m happy with it as my first oil painting in decades. I’m not going to bother too much about resemblance or even technique. I’m just going to tell myself what I tell everyone I ‘teach’: You will only get better with every painting you do. Oils. Wow. Me. (more…)
Filed under: Sketchbook, Sketchbook Twenty Ten Two | Tags: ink, isograph, Kuwait, pen, rapidograph, sketch, Sketchbook
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Filed under: Postcards, The Surfer Chick Episodes, Watercolor | Tags: bar, chick, ink, isograph, Kuwait, surfer, watercolor
Filed under: A Portrait of Yousef Abu-Ghazaleh, Oil | Tags: canvas, Kuwait, oil, portrait
I started a portrait of my son, Yousef this morning. He insisted on wearing a suit because he wanted to give his children something ‘to remember him by’. He’s only twelve. (more…)
Filed under: Postcards, Watercolor | Tags: balloons, graphic, ink, Kuwait, pen, rapidograph, watercolor
Filed under: The Surfer Chick Episodes, Watercolor | Tags: ink, Kuwait, paper, watercolor
cluster bomb, 2010, watercolor and ink on paper, 10cm x 15cm
Filed under: Sketchbook, Sketchbook Twenty Ten Two | Tags: ink, isograph, Kuwait, pen, rapidograph, sketch, Sketchbook
Filed under: Lazing on a Sunday Afternoon, Step By Step, Tea, The Teabag Prophecies | Tags: Kuwait, lipton, project, teabag, yasmine alkandari
About a year ago I started collecting teabags because I loved the organic-ness of a used and dried up bag of tea. I also love repetition and the linearity of things. There is something very regimental and military-like about any ordinary object or human being stacked side by side; almost but not altogether uniform. I brought this back out today and restarted work on it with help from my sister, Yasmine, who took all the pictures except for the ones with her in them, obviously. (more…)
