Wed
10
Dec '08
Fri
7
Nov '08
Sometimes life feels so final, and sometimes it feels like life is just escaping my grasp.
Come inside: http://fadwas-inspirational.blogspot.com/2008/11/come-inside.html
Tue
30
Sep '08
A collage mixture of fabric squares and encaustic wax art in blues and purples.
Mon
29
Oct '07
Tue
16
Oct '07
I once read about this woman who has a small notebook that she carries with her everywhere. The words she writes in this notebook, she writes by hand, sometimes in careful strokes, and sometimes they seem to be written in the furry of their birth, hurriedly and quickly before they escape forever from her fingers.
Some of what she writes may be real, or the truth, or fact, while at other times her words may be thoughts, ideas, fantasies, wishful thinking, day-dreams.
I heard that she has many notebooks, a room with shelves brimming with notebooks of all shapes and sizes.
Her notebooks overflow with little drawings, magazines clippings, pictures, colours, and a heady concoction of words from her different worlds which blend seamlessly into the grain of every page. I heard that if you were to read them, you would never know which is which.
I like to think that perhaps as the years drifted by she, too, would not be able to distinguish between the fine borders of the paradoxically unconfined truths, fantasies and mysteries whose spirits lie intertwined on the pages of her warm, well used, and well loved notebooks .
Fadwa
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