“The most beautiful part of your body is wherever your mother’s shadow falls.” — Ocean Vuong, from “Someday I’ll Love Ocean Vuong @oceanvuong ✨ || Here’s the start of #PoetryWithPortraits that will shelter portraits inspired by poetry. - - The verses from Vuong have nostalgia wrapped within. All I could think of was sepia, mothers, and an abundance of sunlight. And perhaps, of withering, too.
[The Year of Fathers] In a house protected by fathers & not with their absences You would know what not to call me There were three of us a daughter a father a chandelier Each assigned with a wrong title a Noor a Body a Light The problem with history was that I never lived it Welcome to the year of fathers The thing about history is its family name is past The thing about past is its family name is karma The thing about karma is its family name is it-returns || art journal + poetry ✨
aesthetics atm: the 1975 & the fading hues of winter
[Ghazal 2018] After Agha Shahid Ali Twenty Eighteen & somewhere, trapped in an old mirror, I too am eighteen A wrong birth-year embossed on a yellowing document Perhaps a mother had wanted me to be [twice] eighteen I grew out of a home turned house—stinking of absences My father had inherited it when he turned eighteen This body devoured guilt the way guilt casually devours a body; systematically What did life even look like when I was eighteen? My mother’s forgetful child [me] wants to remember Each dark dawn that happened before twenty eighteen || art journal + poetry ✨ - - - - (a little context: There was a document in my identification papers where my birth-year was printed wrong. If we were to go with it, I would turn 18 this year; whereas I am to turn 21. The idea of turning 18 twice comes from that lil incident) Happy new year guys 💛
Glowing skin (much like sparkling crystals or smthng) and a perfect formula of matte lipstick are my beauty must-haves. @pixibeautyuk sent this gorgeous box (see the unboxing on my story/snapchat) that came with two skin treats (Rose Caviar Essence + Rose Flash Balm) and 5!!!! gorgeous shades of liquid mattes that have the most hydrating formula I have ever used. Just so you know I am walking into 2018 with non-chapped lips in shade of Evening Rose and skin that smells like roses 🌹✨✨✨ What’s your favorite liquid lipstick of all time?
When I am not writing, I turn to my favorite poets for inspiration. Their works have helped me to be curious and aware about the stories around me. Today’s art journal spread is dedicated to my favorite verses, from the pens of the most fantastic poetic voices. 1. A mother’s love neglects pride the way fire neglects the cries of what it burns. — Ocean Vuong, from “Headfirst” (Night Sky with Exit Wounds) 2. nothing was on fire but fire was on everything the wild mustard the rotting porch chair a box of birth records — Kaveh Akbar, from “River of Milk” (Poetry Foundation) 3. i dream my alternate selves each with a face borrowed from photographs of the girl who became my grandmother brows & body rounded & cursive like arabic — Safia Elhillo, from “how to say” (Poets.Org) They are #FantaToMyOyeHoye ✨ What are your favorite poetry pieces/verses? Tag your favorite writers/artists who are Fanta to your Oye Hoye #FantaChaheOyeHoyeChahe