Ink Figures, 2009 – present
Below are some snapshots of recent work. Please pardon the low quality. I will have high-res images up within the next month or two.
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Tea and Coffee Stains, 2007 – 2008
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Yemen, September 2006 – March 2007
Envelopes
Life in Yemen was slow, bringing about a new pace and appreciation of elements of everyday existence that I had become detached from while living in Cincinnati, Dubai and Nagoya: short and stinted yet very robust interactions on bus rides, playing with kids in the streets, waking up to the sun and Klimek’s (sun)rise, enjoying the sounds of both laughter and shouts on the streets, and conversations that extend for hours with no interruptions, except maybe to eat. Outside of studying Arabic and hanging out at CALES, my days were garnished with long qat chewing sessions with friends, watching an unprecedented amount of handball and football, drinking Ethiopian coffee at my favorite restaurant just outside of Tahrir Square, writing under candle-light and the moon-lit sky during Ramadan black outs, and painting hour upon hour on envelopes, scraps of metal from the junk yard and whatever else I could get my hands on.
I lasted roughly one month with the art supplies I had packed before I started wandering through the city and asking around for art supply stores. Somewhat close to my house at that time was an art supply store. The owner carried an absurd stock of envelopes. Only 30% of them seemed actually functional. Perhaps the company that manufactured the envelopes was hoping that some day an American girl would decide to paint on them and buy out the store’s supple. Which is basically what happened. Those little suckers were so adorable and considering I did not know the next time I would be in Yemen, I decided to purchase more than needed. Yea. I bought a lot. Needless to say, I have a lot of useless envelopes laying around my house, so if you ever need to send a really, frickin’ tiny note, I’m talking sticky-note size, and need to enclose it in a waxy protector, let me know. And thus concludes the story on how I started painting on envelopes (pictured below). Fascinating, no? Yea, you’re right. Not really.
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Metal Work
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