Drawing instead of writing

As I wrote in an older post, I belong to the paper generation. Typing a post on the computer requires from me some scratching on a paper. I believe there is a mechanism which goes from the hand to the brain making my ideas flow much better than typing on the cold keyboard.

Putting aside the romantic in me or the child in me who loves stationary shops, the writer in me is blocked. I tried to focus but there is so much going on in the world that I can’t grasp nor process.

While the world has eyes on the U.S presidential elections, while a french history teacher was slaughtered for bringing up a delicate subject, the freedom of speech, while racist and anti racist dialogues have been everywhere on the news, while feminism is becoming an extreme feminism, while wars are on a bit everywhere, while #covid19 still striking… I found myself drawing with my blue inked pen.

In fact, I love drawing with a pen. It is more difficult because erasing is not possible. Anyway, there was something liberating about doing it. My mind was clearer: the world is a mad men place! The clearer this idea was, the more I drew lines.

It didn’t solve the problems of the world and it certainly didn’t make people more aware but it surely made me happy for a while.

I hope you will like my drawings!

Creativity’s backup

Self-expression is one click away. Anyone can show up to their beliefs, ideas and crafts.

Talents are overpraised and overrated.

There’s no such thing as a talent. There is potential to be cultivated.

Beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder. However the beholder doesn’t see the backstage tremendous effort.

A great result requires a great work!

It’s not about finding a passion then starting to work on it. It’s about doing everything (or almost everything) passionately. It’s about showing up every single day.

Procrastination is the fear of failing.

Only hard work is the creativity’s backup.

Art, graffiti and revolution

The Prime minister, Saad el Hariri resigned couple of days ago. Protestations and strikes are still in the streets until a new government, the way we want it to be, is born. Alongside discussions groups about politics, economy, law, rights held on the ground between protestors, a lot of expressive arts became visible, in social media and on walls.

This is a different post here: revolution through art, from the heart of Beirut, a place called: “The Martyr’s Square”.  It was called so in 1931 to commemorate the martyrs execution there under the Ottoman rule. Without further ado, here are some pictures I took of some artistic activities.

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The martyr’s monument crafted by the Italian sculptor Marino Mazzacurati and inaugurated in 1960. As you can see, the base was being painted as i was taking the picture . And on your far left, i put the artist emoji 🙂 

 

 

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Translation: “revolution” : the monument sits on wreckage and fragments of tents broken by anti-revolution groups, who savagely broke everything down. In less then few hours everything was rebuilt and this pictures shows the resilience and the perseverance of revolutionaries.

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Translation: “people rule”

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The 1st on your left: “Confessionalism is not your religion. It tore apart your religion and mine”
The 2nd says: “Express yourself: a collective group therapy, the 1st after the civil war”.
The Civil war started in 1975 and ended in 1990 when Syrians occupied the country until 2005. 

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This one was done by my boyfriend who is a graphic designer and a dj, and most importantly, an activist. Please consider following him on all social media @dvjkaa

I have this dilemma in me and i don’t know how or what to answer. Should art remain independent and detached, or should it be politically engaged? Help me please answering this question by commenting below.

 

I am not an artist and should I really care?

True, I am not an artist and I don’t like to be called artist. Let me explain: obviously it is not an insult to be called “artist” and that is not what I meant. What bugs me is that the word “artist” is somehow overrated these days. Anyone who scratches on a paper is considered as an artist. Anyone who sings is called artist.. Any kind of colourful/so-called-sculpture is defined as art. I would rather call all of the above a form of expression. why?

Because simply, the definition of art is a human activity that aims for aesthetics, and requires a high skilled technics.

The ancient Greeks used the word “tekne” for art or technics, the latter was an artisan activity that was about tool inventing. To them, there was no difference between an artisan and an artist because both of them were doing a tekne-cal activity. Plato thought of artists as dangerous for they create illusions, whereas Aristotle saw as very useful for art can be cathartic.

Therefore, art is creativity indeed, and maybe an expression, but it is also a technical mastering.

Art, or the ultimate arts were summed up in the “beaux arts” classifications. Even if our world evolved and included in the “beaux arts” other kinds of arts; in spite of this and as long as esthetics are not the aim, this can’t be called art. For this, humility is urged when the qualification of art/artist is about to be given. Not only humility, but also a fidelity to the definition of the word itself.


My stupid sketches can’t be along with the big painters’. Simply for my sketches were just made out of boredom, and out of exercising my vision and my precision in other activities. So I draw to teach better philosophy. I draw to have better taste in everything. I draw to have a better visual memory. I draw as a therapy. For all these reasons and so much more, I am not an artist and should I care?