Four & Lost Gaze

Title: Four
Size: 19 in. x 24 in.
Media: Watercolor on Paper

Kinda an odd watercolor piece drawing from an older piece called Lost Gaze I uploaded below that I made just before I started using this blog.

 

They both are really is a more polished version of my standard bored-in-the-afternoon doodles. I love to take realistic sort of settings and make them increasingly more stylized with line and color. Below is another piece I did in this sort of style.

I’ve thought of making another series of works heading in this direction.  Thoughts?

Title: Lost Gaze
Size 24 x 19
Media: Watercolor & Ink on Paper

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About a.s.c

Palestinian-American Artist, urban planning & architecture student living and practicing in Washington, DC.
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4 Responses to Four & Lost Gaze

  1. sofiya says:

    sweet as thai iced tea, it makes me think of where politics and mysticism meet. some interruption of action…some veiled revelation…some intrigue disarmed by appreciation or muted by boyishness. i want to go inside them but i know i would receive the cool reception of a foreigner. the one rocky thing in this very smooth accolade is that the heart of the line seems to be drawn by an uncomfortable, if not downright pained, force. there’s something brittle about it…an internalization of an edge or a sensitivity of resistance. there’s something out of place and it almost hurts. is this imperfection purposeful or does it emerge in the way the words we speak give us away? it is like dissolution, but captured. so of course, there is discord.

    i’ve been thinking so much lately, in a proud and pseudo scientific way, about how we don’t have control over language. we participate in its’ creation, but it more often undermines us than allows itself to be used and incriminated in our plans of mutation, harmony, and inertia. my sister will say something to me and i’ll judge her for it until i catch, out of the corner of my eye, a sense of surprise that she has accidentally displayed. as the words come out of her mouth, she hears them for the first time. was that what she meant? it happens to me too. it surpasses expectation and clarifies how no one owns anything.

    if art is our defense against fate and possession is our defense against defense, is it any wonder that the instruments of our trade are best used against us?

  2. judy chamy says:

    I love this piece. I don’t remember seeing it before. Keep up the good work!

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