So much has happened since I last logged in here and at the
same time some things are constant and unchanged. With all those experiences
that are now behind me, I have so much to tell and to express via painting and
at the same time I am stuck and reluctant. It is as if the weight of it all was
too heavy, too grave to come out in form of a painting. I remember when I was younger
I used to write poetry and did not paint at all. It is as if I had only one
channel of expression available for me at a time. The urge to express is so
strong that I now have 2 new gouache paintings that I already began painting, 2
watercolor backgrounds drying and getting ready for Arabic calligraphy, and one
bigger self-portrait drawn with the use of dry pastels.
I will never ask myself the question if I should actually stop
painting because it is the same as breathing to us all and I know I cannot live
without it. The thing is that sometimes too much has happened and there is so
little space to throw it all on.
The good news is, wherever I move there is bound to be ‘art’
sign on the door, because STOP – OP + ART = START.
(OP stands for "oppression")
