#art journey

Oil painting & a previous marker page.

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Las cosas más grandes comienzan un paso a la vez

The greatest things start one step at a time

Decidí comenzar con una Art Journal ✨ espero que la creatividad fluya

I decided to start with an Art Journal ✨ I hope creativity flows

My art over 2020

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Follow me on my Instagram and tiktok @yuhbrosad

Since debuting her designs at Academy of Art University’s 2016 Spring Show, alumna Deema Hefzi has already crafted a name for herself that’s being heard throughout the jewelry industry. Hefzi, who earned her BFA from the School of Jewelry & Metal Arts, recently had her designs featuredinVogue Arabia, where she discussed her inspiration, process, and what’s next on her journey as a designer.

(Source:www.DeemaHefzi.com)

“My goal is to create wearable works of art that get passed on from [one] generation to the next,” Hefzi said in an interview with VogueArabia.

Often working with crystals, she begins her design process by creating a series of rough sketches before sharing with clients for feedback and approval. From there, Hefzi spends 1-2 months crafting the jewelry pieces.

“I enjoy mixing raw and refined, geometric and organic, as these polar opposites mean a lot to me. It resembles the struggles of our wants and our needs and the strive for a perfect balance,” she said on her website.

In addition to incorporating her Arab heritage into her designs and style, Hefzi pulls inspiration from the powerful women in her life. Describing her mother as “a trailblazer in every sense,” Hefzi hopes those who wear her jewelry recognize a strength and power in them.

“I collect all my inspiration images through my daily life encounters, like engaging with powerful women, fashion, crystal healing, fine art, marine biology, protection gear, interior design, and art history,” she said.

Hefzi is already building a strong client roster featuring big names such as Alicia Keys and His Highness Prince Fahad Al Saud. In the future, she hopes her designs will be featured in landmarks or airports in Saudi Arabia, the Persian Gulf, and the Middle East.

View more of Hefzi’s work at her website www.DeemaHefzi.com and follow her on Instagram @deema.m.7.

Learn about how you can get involved with the Academy’s School of Jewelry & Metal Arts and begin your creative journey today!

(Source:www.DeemaHefzi.com)

Love how ‘casually’ I’m struggling with this painting. After showing my new fave brush, and the coffee with paint water I just had, I stick one hand in my pocket while the other one’s tryna look like it actually knows what it is doing.

Dear blogging

Gosh, feels like ages yet on earth, it been maybe a week or so? Disconnecting as usual

Hope your doing divine and cosily fine, I am well n5, I finally had the food, rest and sleep I sorly needed, I got fruits, the treasured rare treat I always craved, persimmon are in season, the naturnes sweetest jelly bean candy, got a yamani pomegranate,  and it was the sweetest thing I ever ate it made my eyes water a bit out of the intense gratitude for this heavily flavor. Or cuz of the stings of hurt in my back when I expressed joy, heh.

(Bruised fruits are always the sweetest and I like to take that as a metaphor)

Well, I think I have over did myself on the 24/7 non stop drawing routine, caused my back/shoulders to simply be SCREAMING of pain. I mean I wrapped my arm tight to my shoulder at the end in a way it would stop aching me till I finished commissions. And now I’m feeling well enough to be able to hold my phone, heh. I never gotten such extreme hurt while drawing before but somehow this one hit different. I kept wondering if its my chair mysteriously searing the pain, or was it my binder or my crossed legged wonky sitting pose? Drawing on the ipad certainly made me kneel down alot, so I thought maybe an ipad stand is in order, like this one! I don’t know if it will cut it for me tho

https://europe.sketchboardpro.com/products/sketchboard-pro-for-ipad

But it’s whatever, I never stopped drawing, ya know.

It started to get chilly here, the desert chilly ofc. When it’s too hot to wear anything thick but nose, fingertips and toes are always frozen. In my case, at least, heh. I really hate the cold. Maybe not the weather itself but the gloom and drowsiness it inflicts on me. It was like boom one day I caught a weff of the cool air breeze and I couldn’t find the drive to leave bed. It made me remember the dark night-like skies I seen at the school yard, having always arrived there the first, watching my breath rise before me, wishing that I have not wore 2 pajamas pants underneath my school robe, cuz it wasn’t enough and only made me look ridiculous even more as I stuffed my hands in my paper thin pockets. The worst of it is when I was at the North, where it can actually snow in the desert, I was completely speechless with the constant teeth chattering still while wearing endless layers of pj’s I put on to a point I can’t move much and probably the most embarrassing thing that one students thought that I am an elder from walking behind me. I didn’t have anything winter suited, I mean, they’ve always bearly managed to get me the school robe nd bag, and thats it.

And if you’re curious about what winter stuff arab wear it’s mostly just a Farwa (means like a fur… coat) on casual clothing, , like this

Found this fitting vid of snow in here! (https://vm.tiktok.com/ZSeMRHdfX/)

I remember wearing shoes that had a slight of heel knock to it for school cuz I didn’t have shoes, and ofc I’m always taught to lie to ppl about our actual situation, so one of the teachers been horribly on my case everytime I was spotted, totally ignoring the loud mouthed students whose from head to toe actual walling dress codes, so I had to hide in the most coldest corners in the school at the mid term tests. I recall the steam of boiled corn and the cart of hot milk tea and other lunch-like goodies they had aligned near the school building entrance, from which students can buy from while they revised before and after test periods, and how I watched them enviously, book at my lap and mind too distracted to give a damn about the info before me trying convince my tummy that it will only be feasting on the smell alone or stop it from being too nauseated from it. I never wanted to unlive more at that time tbh. Needless to say I didn’t thrive at anything in the years I spent there, cuz we were living in the mids of family X that we have spent decades running away from aand omg I just kept sidestepping I’m sorry

But it’s okay, I’m finally starting to slowly get stuff for myself, and bits to my sibs, since I started commissions.. and look at this

its not much but the amount of how much I love this is unreal, this micky mouse hoodie, fulfilling my childhood’s wishes to have him, so soft and makes me the good kind of drowsy ..

Moods r good tho, hasn’t been not too much disturbed beside my guardian’s ususal “tease” as they call it, but most of the time they are drowsy with us, too. The other day they have gone and made fun of my hair, that I was finally feeling in the depth of my core that I started to like and learn how to take care of, and threatening to cut it all off if I don’t “take care” of it. I challenged them to do, making them angrier. Honestly I wish I can sheer it to something like this, tho I’d love to maintain it but it takes way too much efforts and hair cosmetics

And my wet wish is to have a star shaving on the sides and red layers of hair underneath Black toping idk how to say

Oki I troubled you enough thank you for your tolerance, now I’ll be indulging myself in sleep, Harry potter games in bed and watching my sibs play checkers, wishing for the smell of roasted chestnuts hehe

Bless your days my dears, missed the lot of you, tightest hugs <\3

6.10.2021, 1 am, warm under a blanket