Fadwa Al Qasem
I Am what i art
Confessions. Art Journaling. Art. Writing. Poetry. Play. And everything life in between.
Do you believe art is more effective in creating change than politics? And why?
It really took me a while to go big! To be ready. To gain the confidence and then forget that confidence. Because if you are too conscious of your confidence, the cockiness will show in your work. Or your work may seem too pretentious, overbearing.
On the path to being ready, there are very few steps. Few, but they have their own pace. You need to find a way to respect that:
* Practice: It does not make perfect, and perfect is boring anyway, but it does loosen up the creative muscles. It broadens your creative expression, symbols and language. It gives you more freedom!
* Patience: Yes. I know. It's hard. I want it all and I want it now. Well, it's always now, and the now you want will get closer if you keep up the practice.
* Process: This is the real now. Being in the flow. Enjoying what you're doing. Coming into yourself. Releasing. Letting go. To me, this is what it's all about (almost all - because I do like finishing the project, I do like sharing, I do love the conversations my work creates, and I do love the appreciation and the inspiration my work spreads).
*Play: This is why I am a creative person in the first place. This is why I paint and I write and I make a mess. I love playing, exploring, discovering, changing my mind again and again, and starting all over again. Feeling like a kid. It's not so much the passion, it's the utter and complete bliss of total abandonment that does it for me time and time again.
You have to be ready. But you don't know that you're ready until you are ready. It's just the way it is. One of the many paradoxes in our life. Looking back, I think I was pushing too much. Trying too hard. Strange. You all know this rule. It applies to everything, from love to orgasms, and science to art; if you try too hard, you're not going to hit that climax.
What do you think?
I play with my food
I make a mess
I leave hand prints
On your cleanest walls
I run around the garden
I pull dog tails and cat whiskers
I fall off my bike
I get sand in my hair
Green stains on my clothes.
That child in me is
Stubborn, you know
It's not someone else
It's not far from home
These things I see
These things I hear.
Behind facades of strength
You try to hide
Don't fool me
You can't kiss
I'm only pretending
I know it's better
When I cry
It's not because I fell off my bike
That one day soon
I'll be just like you.
Dear Juicy Creative Spirits,
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Fadwa Al Qasem
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