Isaac Quotes in Disgraced
I think it’s a little weird. That you want to paint me after seeing a painting of a slave.
About me being a white woman with no right to be using Islamic forms? I think you’re wrong about that.
You know what you’re going to be accused of… […] Orientalism.
The Islamic tiling tradition, Isaac? Is a doorway to the most extraordinary freedom. And which only comes through a kind of profound submission. In my case, of course it’s not submission to Islam but to the formal language. The pattern. The repetition. And the quiet that this work requires of me? It’s extraordinary.
The work you’re doing with the Islamic tradition is important and new. It needs to be seen. Widely.
Moor? Haven’t heard that word in a minute.
So there you are in your six-hundred-dollar Charvet shirt, like Velázquez’s brilliant apprentice-slave in his lace collar, adorned in the splendors of the world you're now so clearly a part of… And yet... […] The question remains […] Of your Place.
It’s a nightmare at the airports.
Those agents are working hard not to discriminate… Then here’s this guy who comes up to them and calls them out…
I picked up the recipe when I was on a Fulbright in Seville.
I was horrified by it, okay? Absolutely horrified. […] That we were finally winning. […] It's tribal, Jor. It is in the bones. You have no idea how I was brought up. You have to work real hard to root that shit out.
Fucking closet jihadist.
The expression on that face? Shame. Anger. Pride. Yeah. The pride he was talking about. The slave finally has the master’s wife.
Isaac Quotes in Disgraced
I think it’s a little weird. That you want to paint me after seeing a painting of a slave.
About me being a white woman with no right to be using Islamic forms? I think you’re wrong about that.
You know what you’re going to be accused of… […] Orientalism.
The Islamic tiling tradition, Isaac? Is a doorway to the most extraordinary freedom. And which only comes through a kind of profound submission. In my case, of course it’s not submission to Islam but to the formal language. The pattern. The repetition. And the quiet that this work requires of me? It’s extraordinary.
The work you’re doing with the Islamic tradition is important and new. It needs to be seen. Widely.
Moor? Haven’t heard that word in a minute.
So there you are in your six-hundred-dollar Charvet shirt, like Velázquez’s brilliant apprentice-slave in his lace collar, adorned in the splendors of the world you're now so clearly a part of… And yet... […] The question remains […] Of your Place.
It’s a nightmare at the airports.
Those agents are working hard not to discriminate… Then here’s this guy who comes up to them and calls them out…
I picked up the recipe when I was on a Fulbright in Seville.
I was horrified by it, okay? Absolutely horrified. […] That we were finally winning. […] It's tribal, Jor. It is in the bones. You have no idea how I was brought up. You have to work real hard to root that shit out.
Fucking closet jihadist.
The expression on that face? Shame. Anger. Pride. Yeah. The pride he was talking about. The slave finally has the master’s wife.
