Alymamah Rashed Kuwaiti , b. 1994
I Asked Your Magenta Waters to Press the Stillness of Their Essence Against Mine (You’re Not Under My Find — You’re Already Within My روح), 2025
Watercolor, dry pastel, and mica pigment on paper
104 x 330 cm
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This work speaks to a moment of surrender—a yearning to be touched not through flesh, but through essence. The magenta waters represent that which cannot be held: the emotional, the...
This work speaks to a moment of surrender—a yearning to be touched not through flesh, but through essence. The magenta waters represent that which cannot be held: the emotional, the ancestral, the eternal. I imagined them pressing gently into me, imprinting their stillness into my spirit.
The figure is porous, open to becoming. The body isn’t just a vessel here—it is a terrain, tender and receptive, traversed by love and remembrance. This is not about discovery in the literal sense. It is about knowing that some presences are already within us, already روح—spirit.
This painting also exists as a personal mythology. It is a scene from my own becoming—half human, half of something else. And that something else is not rooted in fantasy but in transcendence. It is a presence that exceeds the limitations of this life form. Through this myth, I allow myself to imagine the spirit as expansive, fluid, and capable of existing beyond the boundaries of the physical.
The pigments—especially the deep magentas and glimmers of blue—mirror this transformation. There’s a deliberate fluidity in the way the body dissolves and reforms, whispering the Sufi notion that the beloved is already within; there is no search, only recognition.
The figure is porous, open to becoming. The body isn’t just a vessel here—it is a terrain, tender and receptive, traversed by love and remembrance. This is not about discovery in the literal sense. It is about knowing that some presences are already within us, already روح—spirit.
This painting also exists as a personal mythology. It is a scene from my own becoming—half human, half of something else. And that something else is not rooted in fantasy but in transcendence. It is a presence that exceeds the limitations of this life form. Through this myth, I allow myself to imagine the spirit as expansive, fluid, and capable of existing beyond the boundaries of the physical.
The pigments—especially the deep magentas and glimmers of blue—mirror this transformation. There’s a deliberate fluidity in the way the body dissolves and reforms, whispering the Sufi notion that the beloved is already within; there is no search, only recognition.