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wax
Posted on September 4, 2013 2 Comments
Sometimes inspiration comes from the most unlikely of places. This morning, I found it in my son’s lunch. Wax paper. It’s my new yum.
kiss & cut } the exhibition } mohammed alkandari’s photos
Posted on March 11, 2013 Leave a Comment
I’m finally posting my brother Mohammed’s photos of the opening night of my exhibition Kiss & Cut. Unfortunately, he was having trouble with his camera and wasn’t too happy with what he took. But to me it’s not about the final photos. It’s a personal appreciation of his being there and capturing the moments that […]
kiss & tell } hanging with the girls at tilal
Posted on March 8, 2013 Leave a Comment
I decided to drop by Tilal Gallery last night and hang out with my girls. While there, I drew a picture.
kiss & cut } the last one } scroll (after)
Posted on March 2, 2013 4 Comments
So I finally had my panic dream this morning. I dreamt that my show was tonight and I hadn’t even brought my works to the gallery, which had changed without anyone telling me. My show was in an hour and I hadn’t even selected my outfit. And I didn’t have a car and everyone who […]
two more chairs yesterday
Posted on October 20, 2012 2 Comments
I am really enjoying these! One left to go.
white on black
Posted on September 5, 2012 Leave a Comment
A few years ago I bought a black sketchbook. I liked the novelty of it but wasn’t sure how I would put it to good use. Yesterday, I finally found a proper purpose for my black sketchbook. On a routine visit to one of my favorite office supply stores, I made a little discovery: white […]
new painting|a murder of ballerinas
Posted on July 9, 2011 7 Comments
This is a painting I started weeks and weeks ago. It was originally intended to be a painting someone had commissioned me for. But she just didn’t want to be. And now I think I know why.
Gallery Tilal|Stories of Eves|The Fitting*
Posted on January 18, 2011 6 Comments
This painting is a little jarring on the eyes, but sometimes I feel I have to step out of my comfort zone a little. I felt that the lines emanating from behind her, although at first a playful way to cover my canvas, became very necessary as they complemented her unsettling gaze. To quote just […]
