Posted in art,poetry,writing, Drawing, Poetry, Quotes, Watercolor, Writing, tagged Amal Moussa, bone, butterfly, david noriega, Drawing, five hours of sleep, in which we were all situationists once, ink, Koa wood, rainer maria rilke, the Situationist Internationale, this recording, thoughts by the sea, Tracing Paper, urban bedouin, Watercolor, wood jewelry on May 16, 2010 |
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(Follow the) Butterfly, Bone, Koa, String(s). Ink on trace paper. May 2010
- Koa and Bone. Graphite and Watercolor. May 16, 2010
Some of you may remember my koa and bone set
; here it is in ink and watercolor. The ink version is the one that surprised me the most: I noticed that by scanning the back
of the drawing, the bracelet/string become more realistic, acquire thickness. The translucent properties of the trace paper and the shadows/distance/spaces created in the crevices lend this effect…something to keep in mind for the future.
I have been thinking and reading about Situationism: there was once a time in which we were all Situationists
. I remember, as a teenager, roaming in the deserted streets of my neighborhood, on the ‘marina’ side of a small Calabria town. The whole neighborhood was a seasonal development and, in winter, my family (comprised of my mom, dad, and yours truly) was the only one living by the sea. Sometimes I would take off with my moped, the latest Stephen King tome and explore the abandoned villas, hide in construction sites, or walk over dried river beds– before exams, I would memorize historical dates while jumping from summer cabin to summer cabin, in the spring, when the grey beach and the deep sea were laying dormant, awaiting the summer sun, awaiting the brilliant cobalt colors and the golden heat…like they are probably doing now.
The Situationists would be proud of this roaming, untouched as it were by what they called ‘the consumer experience’.
Today I was an urban bedouin again, gathered in my scarves, on my pilgrimage (when you travel by bus it does feel like a pilgrimage, especially on Sundays) to the sea. Only grey waters reflecting grey skies today, but the sound was what I sought: this is my church and this is where I worship.
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Posted in art,poetry,writing, Coffee, digital collage, photography, writing, architecture, Drawing, Kuwaiti Diaries, Spontaneous Constructs, tagged Casper & Gambini, Censorship, Coffee, collage, graphite, Kuwait, Kuwait City, Kuwait malls, Low-tech, The Avenues, Tracing Paper on February 1, 2010 |
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Ink on tracing paper. Kuwait, January 2010. The scene at the bottom is what I saw-or decided to see- at The Avenues, the most popular mall in Kuwait City. There is nothing like seeing photography and drawings from a trip abroad to let it sink in that all reality is subjective, and we choose to see what we want to. We just don't realize it in our own backyard.
This was my small parting gift to my art-sister Ghadah. I went to Kuwait without a proper gift for her, so I thought I would leave her with a low-tech collage, on tracing paper, of my trip. In keeping with the theme of censorship, which fascinated me- and was the basis for a project of a good friend of Ghada’s-I smudged the personal writing. Censorship frustrates me, and in some cases, puzzles me (especially the haphazard application of it); in other it surprises me- when the censor shows some obvious artistic abilities and inclinations- and I wanted to explore this in something I made. Seeing blurred information makes me feel denied.
(Mis)Using the name of a british band, Does It Offend You, Yeah?
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