Press Release
Summary = He was Saddam Hussiens personal inspiration artist
Press Release
Body = New Art Book!!! The Darkness of Bright colors
Hello my name is Lisa vanBentum and I would like to introduce you
to a very special person I know his name is Ayad Al-Musawi. He was
born in Iraq and his story contains years and years he spent in
the Iraqi jail over his style of painting as an oil painter. He
was Saddam Hussiens personal inspiration artist .You can capture
more of his horrific story and his Devine paintings of his new book
and by him personally. (The Darkness of Bright colors.) That has
just been published and is now being marketed. I am encouraged to
believe his story would be outstanding to share with your viewers.
If this is true and you find this within your interest you may contact
him
at these locations Home: Ayad AL-Musawi 12520 SW GEM LANE 304 BEAVERTON
OREGON 97005
EMAIL res0ex81@verizon.net
PHONE 503-643-5226/503-997-2923
WEBSITE / http://www.ayadart.com
Library of congress no. 2005008427 10 Thousand copies
His art book contains over 700 oil paintings The most amazing part
of his story is even with the freedom of America he still feels
jailed to this very day. PURPOSE OF
MY BOOK: THE PURPOSE OF MY BOOK IS TO SHARE MY ART AND A SHORT VERSION
OF MY LIFE AND IT WAS
NOT AN EASY TASK. THE PROCEEDS OF MY BOOK WILL GO TO THE IRAQI CHILDREN
WHO SUFFER FROM THE URANIUM AND THE CHILDREN WHO LOST THEIR PARENTS
DURING THE WAR (THE IRAQI ORPHANAGE KIDS).
THE DESCRIPTION OF MY BOOK: THE NAME OF BOOK IS THE DARKNESS OF
BRIGHT COLORS THE MEASUREMENTS 8-1/2X 11 IN. OVER 370 PAGES ALL
TOGETHER
20 PAGES OF TEXT 350 PAGES OF COLOR PAINTINGS EACH PAGE CONTAINS
2 OIL PAINTINGS, PRINTED WITH THE FINEST HIGHEST QUALITY GLOSSY
PAPER
PORTRAIT OF A MADMAN
My name is Ayad Al- Musawi. I was born and raised in Iraq in the
Holy town of Najaf , in June 1966- one of the good years in Iraq.
I started drawing at a very early
age. Odd shape drawings, meaningless to many, but to me they had
lots of meaning. I was trying really hard to explain this to my
parents. My mother was a supporter, but not my father. He was a
religious teacher and thought that it was silly art, and a waste
of time. The years passed quickly and I practiced art at every opportunity.
At the age of ten, when I was in the fourth grade, I received a
trophy for drawing a homeless man with his dog. I was very happy,
bragging and talking about the trophy to friends and relatives.
It was a big deal to me. But this big deal made my father furious.
He thought I was working on my homework when I went to my room,
but that was only
partially true: I always finished my homework in a half hour, then
I would start drawing and painting for five or six hours. I had
the energy and desire to paint for
hours. He would ask me, “Did you finish your homework?”
The answer was always, “Yes.” He was not happy when
he found out about all my art time. Five years had passed, and at
fifteen, I was researching many art books from famous artists. I
was mimicking their art, or should I say stealing their ideas without
changing their art in any way. I was very successful in school,
but in art class
only. I wish I could say that about my other classes. I would get
upset with the school system, saying to myself I wanted to become
an artist - why do I have to
study English, math, history and others? I was upset with my English
teacher and his lessons. I never thought I would use English for
any reason in my lifetime; I now
realize it was one of the most valuable lessons I have ever learned,
as I presently live in an English speaking country . I was drawing
portraits and mostly nude, full-figured women’s bodies, until
one of these nude portraits ended up on the principal’s desk.
It was a big crime at that time and the punishment was more than
severe. I had to bring my father to the school to talk to the principal
and the teacher about my attitude and my grades in school. It took
me a couple of hours to devise a way to try and save myself from
this bad situation. I talked to one of my older cousins who could
pass as my father. I convinced him to impersonate my father for
an hour or so. It cost me a hundred dinars, but he agreed. We went
to school the next morning and he finished the job. He apologized
to the teachers and principal for my bad behavior, and gave his
word that everything would change and that I would be a better person.
I had saved my self this time - in this crime. But something had
changed inside me. I promised myself I would never draw or paint
nude pictures after that day. I
started to study more and I took my studies and my schooling more
seriously. But I never stopped painting!
Then came the final exams in high school before going on to college.
The year was over and all exam scores were posted. Mine were good
enough that college was an
option. But what college? My father, a big part of my decision,
wanted me to be a doctor, lawyer, or some high level official position.
But this did not happen. I
chose the Academy of Fine Arts. He was furious about my choice-
but my will and my faith to be an artist was far greater than his
anger and threats.
Ayad in College
My first year in college had begun. I didn’t know anyone at
first, but soon I was popular because of my mind and my art. This
did not make the teachers fans of my
art, but it did help break the chain around my neck and my hand.
The chain existed because before painting anything, I had to consider
people, street society,
religion, and others’ feelings. As such, my paintings were
sometimes meaningless or appeared painted by someone else . All
this changed, as I made a second promise to myself: I would not
paint anything that was painted before, and I would not paint anything
that did not satisfy me. My mindset changed. My feelings changed.
Myhand changed. The colors I used changed. I decided to start a
new way of art. No one had ever done it before. It has five rules.
The first rule is freedom of the mind and the brush. The second
rule is to not change the brush for a complete painting, meaning
I use only one brush for the
entire piece. The third rule is that I had to finish a whole painting
at one time, no matter the size or the time required to complete
it. The fourth rule is to mix
psychology with the painting itself. And the fifth rule is to use
really bright colors with hard edges. The journey had begun. I hadn’t
used the mind and brush together technique for long when we were
given a studio exam: the subject was to be the war between Iraq
and Iran. I did the painting with the new meaning and color, and
it caught the most attention of the more than seventy paintings
submitted. But the attention was negative, as the teachers said
they didn’t understand the meaning. There were many questions,
many meetings, and long interrogations of my family history. They
made a
decision to expel me from the college several days later for reasons
unknown to this day. I left college with a huge load of guilt and
utter disappointment. I didn’t finish college. What would
I tell everybody - especially my father, as he was the only one
who didn’t like the idea of me going to this college from
the beginning? Sure enough, when one thing goes wrong, everything
else follows. With my luggage and belongings I went to the apartment
I was renting in Baghdad to prepare for my trip ho me. At the apartment
door, I was arrested by the secret service.
Ayad in Jail
Once I was arrested, they told me the reason for my arrest was that
I was painting intimidating ideas against Saddam Hussein and his
government, and raising a
conspiracy against him. They handcuffed me, covered my eyes, and
shoved me in a car. We drove for an hour or longer, and it was the
longest hour of my life. I was
praying to myself and wondering is this the last day of my life?
Was this painting to be the last painting of my life? The car stopped,
they took me out and we entered
a building. We went up, then we went down and down even further
until we finally stopped. I heard a door open and then I got shoved
hard into this room that smelled
of eath........................................................................
2025
