Text from my journal:
Sketch
Nightingale Woman
Birds fly into my face,
birds on my chest beating their wings,
birds trying to escape
my ribcage, from
beneath my dress.
Nightingale Woman
Text from my journal:
Sketch
Nightingale Woman
Birds fly into my face,
birds on my chest beating their wings,
birds trying to escape
my ribcage, from
beneath my dress.
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Ouch, that’s a grim representation of oneself, but artful.
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Ibrahim, this sketch is not a self-portrait! I was doodling a picture of a bird stuck on a woman’s face. I had just been to an art exhibit with prints of women and birds, etchings by Kiki Smith.
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Oh in that case i take the ouch back haha. Interesting art though.
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Happy New Year. So happy to have met you here. I think we all carry a Nightingale Woman somewhere buried deep. Reminds me of the way I felt during parts of 2011. So happy to be moving forward. Here’s to 2012.
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