How One Woman Chose Art

Yasmeen El Gerbi
4 min readDec 16, 2020
I AM A WOMAN by Artist Faiza Ramadan on de-orientalizingart.org

There was once a woman who lived a seemingly ordinary life. Her days were sometimes good and sometimes bad. She lived an imperfect life like humans do.

What set her apart was her art. She saw the world through different eyes that were expansive, introspective, and dreamy.

In her daily walks in the forest, the woman didn’t just see trees, she experienced them. In her eyes, trees reflected a larger network and a dynamic force that was interconnected with everything. The trees was what she aspired to become; rooted but free to grow in every direction; nurturing but resilient; alone but part of a supportive community.

She saw her self in everything, because her mind was art.

She usually picks up a paint brush and paints whatever her imagination dictates. She paints the trees, the sun, and the birds. She paints the wind, and the clouds. She paints her emotions. She paints her thoughts. She turns her entire world into art. This is how she experiences the world, and makes sense of it.

Her art wasn’t just a pastime hobby. Her art embodied her being just as much as she embodied her art.

She often felt misunderstood by those who didn’t share her vision. Some people thought she was too dreamy and unrealistic. Others thought she should find something more worthwhile to do. But art to her…

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Yasmeen El Gerbi
Yasmeen El Gerbi

Written by Yasmeen El Gerbi

I like exploring the complexity underlying our ideas, emotions, stories, norms, and lives.

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