It is 9pm & it is raining in Dahiya.
It is 9pm & it is raining in Dahiya.
I visited the art showForza mentioned earlier. I have to say that it was a show that contrasted of Arab life. One on left you had May Al-Saad’s vibrant colors of people dancing and fighting. The on the on the right was Samar Al-Bader’s more cooler colors with people sitting alone, read or of a quiet landscape.
I think having them in the same room open to each other was a very bad idea. For once you walk in the first thing you notice is May’s side with its strong colors of red, and yellow. You were just attracted to that side and simply ignored Samar’s. I had to push myself back to Samars side to really take in her paintings. Sadly I gave them second notice due to the magnetism of May’s.
Both had very simple and quiet brush strokes, pushing and gliding the oil paint to where they feel it just right. You can even tell they are good friends and spend time with each other and also inspire each other with some of the similarities in their stroke.
Yet I am seeing a rift between then, May is moving to more dynamic and modern art style one example is Eid in Sharqia. She is moving to more expressive strokes. While Samar is moving to more classic, refined approach to her paintings with her subtle strokes. .
I see great promise for these two artists. They both come from the same root yet now branching apart, but still inspiring each other. I do suggest at their next show together to either put divider to separate their paintings. Or one which I think would be a great idea is to collaborate to pick one topic and create a painting each inspired from it and place them next to each other. I think this would create a ying yang feel. One one side you would see Samar’s classic and calm, then on the other May’s modern and loud. Thus giving you the full spectrum of the inspirational piece.
It is 9pm & it is raining in Dahiya.
I visited the art showForza mentioned earlier. I have to say that it was a show that contrasted of Arab life. One on left you had May Al-Saad’s vibrant colors of people dancing and fighting. The on the on the right was Samar Al-Bader’s more cooler colors with people sitting alone, read or of a quiet landscape.
I think having them in the same room open to each other was a very bad idea. For once you walk in the first thing you notice is May’s side with its strong colors of red, and yellow. You were just attracted to that side and simply ignored Samar’s. I had to push myself back to Samars side to really take in her paintings. Sadly I gave them second notice due to the magnetism of May’s.
Both had very simple and quiet brush strokes, pushing and gliding the oil paint to where they feel it just right. You can even tell they are good friends and spend time with each other and also inspire each other with some of the similarities in their stroke.
Yet I am seeing a rift between then, May is moving to more dynamic and modern art style one example is Eid in Sharqia. She is moving to more expressive strokes. While Samar is moving to more classic, refined approach to her paintings with her subtle strokes. .
I see great promise for these two artists. They both come from the same root yet now branching apart, but still inspiring each other. I do suggest at their next show together to either put divider to separate their paintings. Or one which I think would be a great idea is to collaborate to pick one topic and create a painting each inspired from it and place them next to each other. I think this would create a ying yang feel. One one side you would see Samar’s classic and calm, then on the other May’s modern and loud. Thus giving you the full spectrum of the inspirational piece.
The other thing I miss about the US was going to see live shows. I was a fan for the music, sick the crowds and just that vibrant feel of life and it was all Ozzy Ozbourne’s fault.
For that was my first big concert and rock show and I remember it fondly. I had not idea what to expect. I knew Ozzy was crazy and ripped a pigeons head off, ailment and my knowledge of his music was limited to his last album. Yet when he got on stage and the fans went crazy I was so confused and dumb founded. People were moshing, banging heads just going all out. At fist I just watched then the feel just got a hold of movie and I jumped in the pit. I was having a good time pumping into people and then some guy came right at me and hit me right in the chest. I must have flown 3 feet back on the grass. He came to me and asked “you ok?” I replied “yes” as catching my breath as he grabbed my hand “good then get back in there” and tossed me back in the pit. It was great.
The memorable event of that show was the encore. He played Crazy Train, and told us to do pretty much go crazy. One guy climbed up a 15ft wall, people were taking of their shirts and lighting them on fire and running around in circles. It was all out freak show and I was a part of it and Ozzy was our ring leader.
So in memory of that event here are some pictures from rock shows.
mediaeater’s photosets on Flickr some recent shows.
jlacpo’s photosets on Flickr shows from the 70s.