by fig head » Fri Sep 16, 2011 5:24 pm
Cars - not really, as long as the car strong enough, not sport car and looks like a truck its fine by me, i love motorbikes tho but not enough to call it passion ...!!
Im very much in love with poetry specially Arabic poetry and when i say Arabic poetry the sand, the desert, the wild nature and the hunger for unaccepted feelings and rebels in a close society comes to mind, Arabic poetry is like the raw material of everything from madness to pure sanity , i also have a very unique relation with few writers who i read all their books, some times i read and i feel good because i was transferred to the writer world, i feel like i seen them thoughts, i felt their pain and i fell in love with them,,, i appreciate a good book me.
and my very secret hubby is painting well i only got two hubbies writing poems/short stories whether in Arabic or English or prober novels (only in Arabic) and painting, i dont paint unless i am upset, hyper or deadly confused.,i cant paint when i am happy i cant paint when i am busy in life it seems like the artist in me love to suffer or pain is my muse, i find my brush taking shapes i never intend them to but i draw by my heart not my brain therefore i keep my paintings hiding away although i hear i am quite gifted and that i should hang up my paintings to others to see but i do feel like everyone of them is a bit of me that will be gone if people knew about it..
so here you go my passion evolves around art one way or another