painting on a sad, rainy day


zainab's painting by ghadah

I don’t know if it’s the rain (I do cherish this kind of weather, but perhaps not for too long), or if I miss my children, or I have the misfortune of  dealing daily with unprofessional, inconsiderate fuckers, but I’ve been pretty maudlin all day. I don’t think it’s the rain. And at the end of a pretty fruitless morning of driving around and getting nothing constructive done, it just felt natural and necessary to paint a picture. I wanted to do something that was so removed from myself so I started off with some haphazard drawings and somehow ended up channeling my ten-year-old daughter and her happy, innocent drawings.

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