Month: May 2019

So where does that leave me for the final show?

So where does that leave me for the final show?

As I mentioned in the brainstorming post earlier, the following ideas are what I want to work with: Project a video montage (on a loop) of my exploration of Jeddah and Karachi, and the projects I held, not in a chronological sequence (more like snippets of memory) on draped chiffon. Preferably draped in a way that allows people to walk around it, influencing what others see, altering the shape of the fabric with their movement, effectively becoming a part of the project in a  strange kind of way. That way, I can use a projector on site and simply leave …

A side note on glass

Again, I haven’t written about my experience at the MET yet, but the work that drew my eye and heart was the iridescent glasswork of Tiffany Studios. It was mesmerizing. It was also impossible to create/explore without the proper tools. Fusing glass began to really attract me after visiting this exhibit. Now I knew that it was too close to the final show to be experimenting with an entirely new technique, so this was an exploration for the future. But also, there was no harm in dabbling in glass fusion, was there? But how? There are literally no glassblowing studios …

Pouring Resin

Pouring Resin

I’ve spoken earlier about what drew me to resin. In short trying to create a snowglobe of a painting. I feel I achieved that effect with this painting: But there’s still lots I have to work on to perfect this idea. For example, while still pretty, the following painting didn’t turn out as I had imagined: How should I put it? I’m essentially trying to capture a daydream. The way I created these was in layers. So first we have the actual paint on canvas. Once that dries I add bits of texture using various pastes. And ultimately I layer …

I read The Forty Rules of Love

  I’m not sure if I spoke about #PayByBookDay yet, but it was this AMAZING initiative by JeddahReads. People were invited to a cafe, and asked to bring books along. Then they could converse with renowned authors or journalists or psychologists or get a coffee, all in exchange for books. Books were the currency for the day. And, of course, if you didn’t have books with you you could just hang out and mingle. Such stuff, especially involving expats is SO RARE in Jeddah that I relish any such occasion. Anyway, so here I was listening to a (slightly boring) …