Filed under: Dance, Paintings | Tags: acrylic, ballerinas, black, chaos, drip, paint, panic, red, white
a murder of ballerinas, 2011, acrylic and collage on canvas, 75 x 100 cm
This is a painting I started weeks and weeks ago. It was originally intended to be a painting someone had commissioned me for. But she just didn’t want to be. And now I think I know why.
Filed under: Ballerina Pink, Dance, Paintings | Tags: acrylic, ballerina, dance, painting
ballerina pink, 2011, acrylic on canvas, 200 x 158 cm
I finally completed my latest confection. Why am I suddenly in the mood for cotton candy? (more…)
Filed under: An Aging Ballerina with Many, Dance | Tags: acrylic, aging, ballerina, black, flowers, painting, pink, tutu
she looks a little like me. i haven't arrived at that eureka moment yet
yesterday and today
Filed under: Dance, Many Flowers | Tags: ballerina, dance, Kuwait, painting, progress
earlier
now
Filed under: Dance | Tags: andie, ballerina, colorful, flowers, hicks, painting
When I decided to do a dance series, I started off so gung-ho and art school about it. I wanted to call Andie Hicks (I think everyone with a daughter, niece or little sister knows she’s the doyen of Kuwait’s ballet world) and sit in on her sessions. Then I thought I’d get the same result by watching videos of ballerinas dancing. Plus I’d be conducting the research in the comfort of my solitude. I also realized that one of my most prized possessions is my imagination so to couple that with actual research sends the jiggles up and down my spine. I’m very excited about this new painting and-perhaps like you-I wonder who this woman will ultimately be.
Filed under: Dance | Tags: ballerina, ballet, canvas, dance, Kuwait, painting, paola riga
this is my new painting as it stands this morning. i have no idea where this or subsequent paintings are heading, all i know is that i have this idea
After finishing Stories of Eves, I felt an overwhelming sense of aimlessness. There was, however, still the exhibition to look forward to. But after the opening, while shuffling my children, the gallery and nursing what felt like a stomach bug, I thought of something a visitor to my show suggested: my girls dancing. I didn’t think much of it until yesterday, when I started feeling significantly better and I felt that I could breathe, taste, see, hear and touch life again (I know this all sounds so melodramatic but so was the big bang so bear with me!). I thought: why not? A whole series on dance would open so many more doors for my girls. But this time, I think I’ll give them their own names. They deserve it. So here, my dabble with dance begins. Who knows where it will go? I don’t and I’m glad about it. (more…)
