Countries in the Middle East vary a lot. for instance, there is a great difference between Dubai and Afghanistan, but professional women are oppressed all over the world in many ways. I myself have faced a lot of obstacles being a woman artist, yet I knew that women can do everything men could do. The more men have told me, "you can't do that," the more I had to prove them wrong. I had to hold it up for all women who looked up to me to be brave and courageous. We defend our artworks with our fists and our crazy courage. When you have guys that disrespect you, you're gonna have to teach them a lesson, otherwise they are going to keep walking all over you. I'm sorry, but that's the way it is out there; it's not easy. But this also reflects views of the art world in general.
I’m offering a world where anything is possible and there is no doubt that magic does happen because the magic is real. All of the fables and stories you read as a kid are not only the reality, they are an everyday part of life.
"When you have doubts, find self-acceptance, and keep going."
These women wear their wounds with pride. Every solution in life requires a struggle. The mistakes of the pasts, the wounds of pain and loss, and the icy stabs of betrayal. And yet none of these specters weigh them down or define their destinies.
Urban life creates a lack of tactile pleasure...We tend to spend too much time in our heads, which makes us imbalanced in our psyche.
More women than you might think have turned to prostitution to survive; sometimes it’s called marriage.
The red twilight, the turning point, is manifested in the female figure, plunged to the ground by three men – who represent the night. The child symbolizes the vulnerable remaining rays of the sunlight. The moon, which represents the illumination in Heraclit’s model, lights the way through the darkness and reappears as the lantern brandished by one of the soldiers.
I am part of the Balkan tradition. All of these dark memories are part of me, they are inside my blood, inside my mind. They dwell inside me. And, of course, they become part of my poetry, too.