new painting } it’s you, not me

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.

It always starts with color-blocking. I’ve felt this blah and uninspired about creating. But sometimes life sends a catalyst your way.

Still not inspired. I need to travel soon.

Finally something. But to be honest, I need something new.

Something sort of like this. My son Khaled and I have been playing around with my drawings/paintings on his programing app Unity Engine.

And done. I decided that Eve will grow old with me. And also, how about this streak in my hair? I usually part my hair right to left, so was surprised at how cool the other side looked! I decided to give her a similar stripe.