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pgb3 perspectives } mohammed alkandari
Posted on November 15, 2012 4 Comments
Every year, a vital part of my PGB exhibitions are my brother Mohammed’s photos and Mohammed himself. He flew in early from Bahrain to be at the exhibition, and that means the world to me. Thanks, Mo.
mutla ridge
Posted on April 3, 2012 1 Comment
The painting’s finished. I’m also going to share some really nice photos sent to me by Nawaf Alali. The pictures were taken by Liane Al Ghusain and Alia Farid.
prettygreenbullet the second exhibition photos } mohammed alkandari
Posted on December 8, 2011 4 Comments
For every one of my exhibitions in the past five years, my brother Mohammed Alkandari has been there for me, snapping away. I always value his ‘eye’ and his point of view, and his photos never cease to surprise me. There was absolutely no editing done on these photos taken with his new Leica (which […]
Stories of Eves Exhibition Photos|Mohammed Alkandari
Posted on March 21, 2011 10 Comments
And another opening passes by. I wish I could have enjoyed it more but I was (and still am) in the midst of nursing what feels like a stomach virus again. For someone who takes pleasure in food, that sucks. I hope, however, that for those of you who didn’t attend, you enjoy the photos […]
PrettyGreenBullet Exhibition Photos|Sharoofa Abdulsalam
Posted on November 14, 2010 1 Comment
I think this is the last of the PGB exhibition photos. I don’t think I saw anyone else taking photos. Time to move on. Thanks, Sharoofa, for taking part of this experience and sharing your photos. It was fun, wasn’t it.
PrettyGreenBullet|Exhibition Photos|Reem Algharabali
Posted on November 12, 2010 Leave a Comment
Because photography is always encouraged in my life, I asked people to bring their cameras. So you will be seeing a few of these posts in the next couple of days.
i live in a cave
Posted on November 10, 2009 15 Comments
guess what. i live in a cave. this is it, in the picture above. inside my cave i do regular things like eat, drink, bathe and sleep. and when i sleep, of course i dream. i am never myself in my dreams. i’m always someone else.
