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 […]
I just bought a basic set of Sakura poster paints. I used to have this same set back in college (early 90s). When I started using them last night I was reminded of how different mediums affect the content of my work. It took me a little while to get the hang of these colors […]
I think this is one of my most elaborate and time-consuming Instagram posts yet. For it, I needed to remove a huge three-seater couch and fill my shelves with my 500 polyhedra. Oh, and I needed a life-size self-portrait. No biggy.
You know what makes me cry? Watching people greet each other at the airport. I’m such a sap and it’s a great time passer, especially when you’re waiting around for a loved one to walk through those sliding doors. Rainbow tears from one with a metal heart. What makes you cry?
I’ve been feeling rather rainbow-ish lately. I’ve always loved a good rainbow; they’re so exciting to spot and so rare in this part of the world. But they’re also a throwback to the early 80s, an era in which their popularity in sartorial culture soared. I owned everything rainbow: rainbow shoelaces, rainbow-handled tote-bag, rainbow wig. […]