I’ve always painted as if I were jotting down my memoirs. When I was younger, these journals/paintings were quick, violent, loud, and spontaneous. As I grew older, my paintings began
I’ve always painted as if I were jotting down my memoirs. When I was younger, these journals/paintings were quick, violent, loud, and spontaneous. As I grew older, my paintings began to calm gradually. I began to hide my cacophony in the motifs that I would repeat and repeat, as if I were looking for some comfort in the repetition of things and in their ensuing order.
Now I have started sewing beads into my paintings.
At first, I didn’t understand why I was doing this. I certainly didn’t want to “decorate” my painting with beads, nor make intruders out of them. Rather, I wanted them to become a surface, a color, a texture, and a necessity in the composition of the work and in its completeness. I knew I wanted their form, but I also wanted a meaning out of their presence.
It was then that I realised that the repetition of the motifs was no longer enough for me, that I was no longer just painting my memoirs, I realised that I had started “Painting Time” while enacting it on the canvas. I had developed the need to insert the mechanical movement of my body onto the painting, as I would sew one bead after another, slowly, methodically, for hours on end, as if one was either taming or punishing oneself.
What I do now is an exercise in patience that makes me one of the survivors, as well as one of the defeated. Here I am, surviving with the fragility of me nudity and its weakness. A nudity, without seduction, that I put in my painting with the weight of the beads.
What I do now is an exercise in enduring the passage of time that is dedicated to the act of waiting. It is an exercise performed by the lineage of embroidering, knitting, bead sewing grandmothers that came before me.
I wait for time to end what I cannot force to end.
And while waiting for the war to end, while waiting for the son to grow and for life to resume, I will continue sewing beads.
Courtesy of Agial Art Gallery
July 15 (Thursday) - August 14 (Saturday)
Agial Art Gallery
63 Abdul Aziz street, Hamra district, Beirut, Lebanon