Hey guys! Hope you had a great weekend. It’s Sunday, which means back to work here in the Gulf. Friday was so much fun for me. I really took a day off which I don’t usually do. I went to Jumuah prayer at a mosque in town, and then afterwards had lunch at Wafi Gourmet. The views of the Corniche and the weather was just magnificent. Afterward, I met with a good friend of mine who was hosting a friend of her own in town.
We did A LOT in a short amount of time, including visiting the Reflected Light exhibition on Manarat Al Saadiyat, drinking 24-karat gold cappuccinos at Emirates Palace, and a Moroccan bath! Have you guys ever tried this before? Anyway, it was a truly relaxing day with lots of firsts. I would love for all my future Fridays to be this breezy! Let’s see if I can keep this up.
About the painting: It is abstract in nature, but you can make out elements of architecture, mosques and city in the foreground. The veiled women in abaya are added as a compositional element and complete the story. Reminiscent of Abu Dhabi life. To purchase, visit here.
This painting happened by accident. Essentially, all good paintings do. I was struggling with a portrait of a woman and after several wipes, just decided to ruin it. Completely express what I was feeling. Defeat, frustration, exhaustion. When I finished, I realized I painted myself, in some roundabout way because by the end of it all, I captured exactly what I was feeling. If that’s not art, I don’t know what is haha
Day 3 entry. This was a pleasant surprise. I started the day early and confused about what direction to go in. I sketched a few animals, half painted an abstract scene of women, and then went out for some errands. I discovered my muse while out, and then rushed home to paint her, Habiba Da Silva that is. You can view her photos on Instagram at @lifelongpercussion
I love how saturated and colorful her face is, and how subdued the background played out. “Muçulmana” is the Portuguese word for Muslim woman. I thought it was fitting, since she is of Brazilian (and Lebanese heritage).
On another note, I’d like to just mention, that it’s important to embrace what makes us different. Curly hair. Brown skin. Whatever it is. It’s our differences that build strength and character in the end, as long as we learn to love it. Takes courage to be different though. Hats off to the confident women not afraid to stand out from the crowd.