Category Archives: Painting

Standing Ovation to you …

Standing ovation

to you

and you

and you

and you …..

and for Barbara Streisand

1993 concert

and my 3D projector

and my cuddly sofa..

For the ignitor

The shoulder I stand on

For the tapping hand on my own

For making

Flu-day..

The busiest day

In my blog .. ever..

and Barbara sings

” you don’t bring me flowers any more”

Yet,

Love rained

all Over ..

In the loveliest day

of fever

and I am blessed with

my very own

Little river ..

TarekOfCairo

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The tale of Cadmium S. Red

Lolo and the Porcelain fish

A blob of paint

her tube says

Cadmium S. Red

Hanging to the bristles

of a round brush

helplessly wondering

where will it end

at the graveyard of dying hues

washed with turpentine

knife scrapped to the bin

or a second life begins

In the lips of a porcelain fish

or at a delicate petal

of a valentine  rose

TarekOfCairo

Miss you girls ..

يوم حر وحلو

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The lesson I learnt from Farah`s ink Art ….

I learnt a lesson today …

I had doubts when Farah showed me the initial design…

She then started on it …

I had fears on how much time this will waste during times of exams…

She just went on ‘wasting time’…

Today I saw this and I was ‘wowed’…

for a life long experience….

for the birds eye view …

for the true essence of life…

I was wrong…

and I learnt a lesson …

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How to bring a ceramic Owl to life ………. the Lolo way ..

Nubian Motifs

I wish I could have done some justice to the beauty of Nubia. Despite of my absorption with it, I have not in reality seen it…or at least the true one…what I visited last year was just a Nubian village in Aswan..you can call it Nubian Tourist settlement… meant for people like me with white shirts and shorts to see ,take pictures and buy cheap Galabiah (which I did..as I was supposed to do)… I have managed to feel through the fake…I didn`t miss the true Nubian soul, the architecture and the interiors… I am now fantasizing about the real thing ..the true Nubia…further past the catracts in Northen Sudan…who will take me inside a house of a Nubian who have never seen a toursit in his life…what would that feel like… I am dreaming of walls built by hand, mixing golden soil with sweat…then someone grabs a brush and paints his ancestors souls right there…. Pride and history on walls for us to see…. I now understand how the displaced Nubians feel… How can we repay them … if ever possible….

My last Pictures of Nubian Motifs concludes my journey through the Beautiful Nubia….

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You can read further about Nubia in this excellent article…

http://www.saudiaramcoworld.com/issue/200604/the.decorated.houses.of.nubia.htm

A living wall in Nubia