I was taken by this piece at Franck Elbaz at the opening of "Host" last night. I began a piece a couple nights ago, on a large swath of unprimed canvas that I taped to my wall. After sketching on it, out of classic Zahra impatience, I began on it in passionate oil pastel sticks and then reprimanded myself for not waiting to gesso it. But then I would miss the skin-feel of the fabric... After seeing this painting below, I decided to let the laws go to shit and just make a grand fucking mess, and let it do the one thing it should do: sing to me.
