خرابيش الجاج
to describe the things I am gonna show you, and for those who cant read arabic it means "the random tiny tunnels that a hen makes with its feet while searching for worms and things to eat".
And so these are Kharabeesh Eljaj that I saw in Al-Hussein cultural center yesterday:
No comment really !!
Well I have a scientific opinion about this one:
Paintings are supposed to give a sensation of space that matches with the subject of the painting. Now this one is a painting of the sea (which is a very spacious thing) but still the painting is too limited that it makes the sea look pretty much like a pool!!
I hate It .. It makes me sick really !!
I wonder how could such things reach the walls of such a prestigous center? I really really wanna be there when a so called"Artist" comes to a cultural center holding his so called "work of art" under his arm and shows it to the "Adminstrator" who actually AGREES on hanging it!! I really wanna watch this scene .. it makes a good comedy for me..looool
Now we reach the second wonder I had yesterday...
Why I freak out at the beginning of every event I attend!!
In the first 30 minutes I was alone because my father was in the mousqe praying Al-Isha, and so I wandered around the place .. took some pictures ... and looked at the stupid paintings. When I ran out of Ideas I went to the ladies room , pulled a big piece of toilet paper and my liquid pen and I went on writing right next to the basins.
Ahhh ... am the kind of person who can start a conversation with a chair let alone people. I get to click so damn easily with others but still it freaks me out , I dont know why!! Whenever I attend an event I get the feeling that everyone in the place knows each other and I am the only outsider (it's a huge burden confessing this .. it hurts) . Everytime I think of giving up and leaving the place. Always for a reason that I cant specify I dont run away ,and then enjoy myself to the extreme.
Whenever am with my father I feel protected but I dont let him know it. He raised me to be the strong girl who he thinks I am , and so am always pretending to be taking care of him when the truth is that I am hiding my own fear.
Spending so much time with my father has made us a copy ... he has this kind of fear too and I help him cover it.
I believe that if I was given the chance to pick a father then I would I have picked him coz am the luckiest person to have him by my side :)
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