don’t forget, but forget about
Posted on October 17, 2020 Leave a Comment
Hurricane PM (the Gush)
Posted on October 2, 2019 Leave a Comment
I made this video a little more than a year ago, for my exhibition Hurricane PM. It was something I’d been playing around with; time-lapses of ice cubes melting with my girls being slowly released from within. It made sense that I’d include it in a show that was all about being trapped/stuck and finding my way out.
in triplicate } the creation of unoriginal artwork #93
Posted on September 17, 2019 Leave a Comment
airplane timelines } kuwait to beirut, some highlights and back
Posted on March 25, 2019 Leave a Comment
I was looking forward to this trip to Beirut with my best friend Laura Boushnak. It was going to be a work/play vacation and I suppose we did both. We had many ups and one massively disappointing down, but here I want to only remember the pleasant times. Read More
i heart love
Posted on February 20, 2019 Leave a Comment
I’ve come to the conclusion that most disappointing days land on a Wednesday, even though today has been a pretty OK day.
two new paintings } silence of noise | the hardness (and softness) of sex
Posted on February 20, 2019 1 Comment
The Hardness (and Softness) of Sex, 2019, acrylic on canvas, 110 x 100 cm
I created The Hardness (and Softness) of Sex a few weeks ago in an attempt to deconstruct (and possibly destruct) Eve. I wanted to experiment with unfamiliar shapes while further exploring my curiosity about colors and their relationship with each other. But also, it was a reaction to a book I had just finished: Resistance: My Life for Lebanon by Soha Bechara. I read the book in a day (short read but also gripping). I was both mortified and comforted by her resilience and strength to survive the harshest and cruelest of conditions. One particular scene that got to me was her placement in solitary confinement and the exercises she did to help herself cope with the loneliness, boredom and claustrophobia of her situation. How would I deal if I were in such a predicament? These thoughts and feelings were transferred to my painting, through the act of scratching. Because that’s what I’d do if someone put me in a box. I’d try to claw myself out-physically, emotionally, spiritually. Scratch, scratch, scratch. Read More
new painting } it’s you, not me
Posted on December 23, 2018 3 Comments
it’s you, not me, 2018, acrylic on canvas, 120 x 70 cm
Sometimes men hurt me.
No. Many times men hurt me. But most of all I hurt myself. And it’s now time to fix this slightly chipped Ghadah, seriously. I’m seeing a therapist and I’m approaching my healing process (the one I should’ve started six or so years ago) with the gusto of someone about to assemble a new piece of IKEA furniture. It will be systematic, deliberate, pragmatic and full of note-taking. I’m getting an A+ on this, you’ll see.
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new painting } fatima’s needles II
Posted on September 1, 2018 1 Comment
Fatima’s Needles II, 2018, acrylic on canvas, 100 x 149 cm
airplane timelines } kuwait to philly via london
Posted on May 15, 2018 2 Comments
I have to keep my hands busy on a plane, otherwise I go nuts.
