Rants & Raves Category

vee aye pee

This Global Art Forum has opened up a huge can of worms called the VIP list. This type of caste system has never bothered or affected me until it…well…affected me. First of all, and to borrow a phrase from my Average Joe du jour John Oliver, VIP: how is it still a thing?

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Ghadah said, “I just sketched three drawings about quotations marks.”

I hate quotation marks. For years at school I struggled with the usage of these minute yet highly specific squiggles Do they come after or before a comma? Do I capitalize the word following one, or not? Where and when do I use a period? These tiny, little marks are so specific and rule-heavy I think […]

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what is contemporary about contemporary art? by kate busby

Every now and then I like to include works by other artists, and sometimes writers too, on PrettyGreenBullet. This is a piece by Kate Busby who I met six weeks ago. It was originally sent to me via email as a casual rant, the version of which I am using in my latest work titled […]

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proud to be? not yet.

I am a Kuwaiti. Am I proud to be a Kuwaiti? No. Before you take out your punching gloves, I want you to think hard about the term ‘proud to be’ and what it is to be proud of this country, my country. Now, do I love Kuwait? Yes. Passionately. And every day I fight […]

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crash

Yesterday, I took these photos of a terrible car wreck. I debated with myself whether these are considered ‘art’ or not. I did post them on Facebook. But am I being lewd and exploitative by posting them here (or there, for that matter!)? I may be sick, but I find great beauty in this wreckage. […]

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ugh! part two

Botamba continue to display their professional ineptitude and outright rudeness. A few days ago I posted this and this. I have to say that I apologize to the blogs that I mentioned because as of today, one of them has been removed from this so-called aggregator. The owner of the freshly removed blog contacted me […]

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UGH!

These are the morons who are empowered to tell you what you should and should not see on the net. I originally posted this and then deleted it when I got a comment that my PrettyGreenBullet blog was in fact on Botamba. But Raw Epistle was still rejected. I finally got their reply and this is […]

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L

A few days ago, I submitted my two blogs to Botamba, an RSS aggregator for Kuwait and the Gulf’s blogs. Yesterday, I checked their site to find that my babies were rejected. I was both upset and amused. Someone actually went through my blogs and thought: hmmm, no. Not good enough. So I’m thinking maybe […]

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hats off to you

Queen Me I want to change the world! How about being more specific? How about starting small? How about taking teeny tiny steps instead of making gigantic proclamations? I hear it everyday. And that’s all I do. Hear it. I never see anything materializing whether I’m involved or not. The number of times I’ve been asked […]

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is it important for an artist to know how to draw?

Yes. I think it is. But sometimes I think maybe it’s not so important. In an age where artistic power is handed to us by the likes of Photoshop, Painter and Illustrator, I think a mind-blowingly good idea, composition and use of color may just compensate for the fact that someone who calls themselves an […]

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july 21. passenger 12e

Part two. Reading my third page entry above, I was still unaware of the psychosis of passenger (I desperately want to say ‘patient’) 12E. And this is not in hindsight, I promise. The moment I got up to let him slide through to his seat, I had a bad feeling about him. No smile, no […]

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the professionots

A few days ago, an article about me was published in a certain Kuwaiti online magazine. I read it and it more or less reflected who I am and that was that. I don’t know what prompted me to check back again yesterday but as I looked through the article, I had to do a double […]

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Huda Lutfi|Zan’it Al-Sittat|The Sultan Gallery

I can’t believe it took me this long to finally make it to Huda Lutfi’s exhibition Zan’it Al-Sittat. Honestly, I just forgot and remembered late last week that this jewel existed in the midst of Sabhan’s warehouses and factories. I walked into the gallery and squeaked with delight (I think I may have even quietly […]

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asleep at the kosha

I don’t get Kuwaiti weddings. I really don’t. Last night I was sweet-talked by my mom into pretty-please dropping by a cousin’s daughter’s wedding party (you know, since I was going to two exhibitions and what was one more event anyway. At 10 pm. When my bedtime is 9:30). I literally wanted to cry after wishy-washily […]

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not so haute now, i see

Haute couture (French for “high sewing” or “high dressmaking”; pronounced: [ot kutyʁ], English pronunciation: /ˌoʊt kuːˈtʊər/) refers to the creation of exclusive custom-fitted clothing. Haute couture is made to order for a specific customer, and it is usually made from high-quality, expensive fabric and sewn with extreme attention to detail and finished by the most experienced and capable seamstresses, often using time-consuming, hand-executed techniques. Couture is […]

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milk

When I started this blog I was hoping that it would serve as some kind of forum for discussion of subjects both serious and puerile. I don’t know. Maybe I’m flattering myself in thinking that my drawings could provoke some kind of a written reaction from people. Perhaps I’m delusional in assuming that if one […]

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appendix

  You know how I’ve been feeling really sick lately? I got a little better, then crashed back down again. Yesterday morning I woke up with a sharp pain in my right side. I was on my back the whole day watching TV wondering what the fuck was wrong with me. Then a thought came […]

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painting on a sad, rainy day

  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 […]

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camel stain

  I’m really not trying to be rude. I try to be the most polite I can be, but sometimes interacting with other people in this country puts your best behavior to the test. You just want to say, “May you drown in your own camel piss, you honking, self-important, microphallic armpit!” But instead you […]

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Slave

I was at PQ Palms yesterday for brunch and I saw something that, if I had eaten my breakfast, I would have brought it right back up. This is not new to me, and I see it all the time at my children’s school, but yesterday morning it really disgusted me and I don’t know […]

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The Cuckoo Well

A few years ago I read the book Veronica Decides to Die by Paolo Coelho. There were many poignant parts but the story that stuck out the most, and that I still remember, was the allegory of the well. It summed up my existence in this mad desert. Every day gets more difficult for me […]

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Lost, Found & Fake

When I work, I sometimes like to fantasize that the piece I’m drawing, painting or collaging was somehow found during an archeological dig or the excavation of a thousand year old church or accidentally under a mound of volcanic ash. I don’t know why I’m so obsessed with antiquities and all things with a history. […]

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Caught in the Pod

Sometimes we’re on a roll. But we wreck it by doing too much for too long, whether it’s work or play. I have found myself not being able to stop painting, drawing, or doodling. These past three days have been crazy and I find it hard to stop. I’m working on a video, large acrylic, […]

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