So the Global Art Forum came and went. There were glitches, some heartache and a general feeling of ‘it could’ve been better’. I’m sure we did all we could to present and host it to our best abilities. All I can hope for is that a. we do a better job next year (if we’re asked) and b. we have learned some valuable lessons about communications, expectations and how to run a damn good show. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to be completely honest about my opinions and feelings here or to draw on the diplomacy GCC’s Fatima Al Qadiri discussed during the collective’s talk. I can’t decide.
saturday 14 } as if we had all the time in the world, a bit of tomfoolery with my water color sketchbook
the requisite footsie. have you done your filing today?
by 1:30 pm the set-up was finally complete. i had an 11:30 hair appointment that morning that i cancelled. i was planning on doing something drastic with the color. so in a way, i’m thankful for the electrical nightmare which averted a potential hair disaster
the GCC. it was good to see them all together. and because their work is abstruse to a simpleton like me, it helped me understand and appreciate their installations. Watching their dynamic as a group, and them as human beings, as friends and collaborators, was an insight into their world
I love the image on the screen. i tried to get some shots with both the group and their slides but my phone camera is shit. it’s my theory that whenever apple comes up with a new phone, they infiltrate and fuck up its predecessor
later that night, as exhausted as we all were, it was over to CAP for kuwaiti artist (and a personal inspiration) sami mohammed’s retrospective exhibition. what a lovely, lovely man
mai takes a candid shot. this is what i look like when i realize that i am actually in the frame. thanks, mai!
a hand-on-hip photo. heels bring out the diva in me, i’m sorry
and mai brings out the kid…we do our silly dance as a young sami mohammed eyes us disapprovingly
mai and adeeb up on the roof. a great way to end a long day
sunday 15 } fuck the art! } i met GAF co-director turi munthe and dragged him outside to our exhibition (hey, someone had to do it)
no i’m not pregnant nor had i just eaten my weight in donuts. i simply forgot to suck it in
i had just met this man and already i was doing a silly thing
turi, farah and alef
forever paper: publishing gulf literature today } lana shamma, taleb alrefai and mai al-nakib
mai presents her views on techno vs paper
cecile b. evans. this word gets thrown around a lot and i don’t use it often but…brilliant. brilliant. i want to steal her [that would be kidnapping] and put her in my pocket
I started putting together this post four hours ago. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to be completely honest or not. For sure there are a few things that need to be said. But not now, not today. I won’t rain on the GAF parade.