Κυριακή 10 Μαΐου 2015

                                         The story behind my paintings.My story...        
                                              

Genesis

Every painting is a small window that captures a moment,a feeling or the place that brings back memories to my mind.
So many thoughts,like a torrent i can't control but instead it controls me and is leading me to strange places.Sometimes the places are dark and rarely they are bright.Those thoughts come usually at night just before sleep and they come unbidden to haunt me .
As i lay on the bed with my eyes closed my mind travels to the things that are,the things that were and the things that will be and i feel helpless as a baby,like watching something from afar and i just can't interfere.
But once in a while light is born,a thought so nice and bright that if it survives the night it may offer me something new,something brilliant and so i take comfort from this,but not much and not for long.I  just need the excuse.

This painting that i did is called Genesis and as it's name suggest represents the birth of something new.Thank you for your time.
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Τετάρτη 15 Απριλίου 2015

                                   The story behind my paintings.My story...        
                                              

Fragments of Time

Every painting is a small window that captures a moment,a feeling or the place that brings back memories to my mind.
Summer...So many memories embedded in one word!
I used to spend every summer in a greek island,My island!Two wonderful months with my grandparents,playing,swimming,riding my bike was all that took to feel happy,alive and care free!
Everything was more important when i was young so when my grandpa said we would go fishing it was a full time adventure for me.So many things to do,so little time...we had to check the fishing rod, the hooks,catch the proper bait(usually shrimps) and while we were at it he used to tell me stories from when He was young and they always had a secret meaning,an advise hidden.A precious advise.
The more i think of it the more i know it that these were the most important moments of my summer.The most trasured ones...

This painting that i did,has this memory embedded into it.
Thank you for your time.

Τετάρτη 11 Μαρτίου 2015

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A Memory of Spring

Every painting is a small window that captures a moment,a feeling or the place that brings back memories to my mind.
Flowers everywhere,so beautiful colours,so vivid!Moments like these i was happy just to exist,just to be alive,it felt like i was inside a painting with a clear blue sky and me amidst a green field full of poppies.We searched for the perfect flowers to make our wreath.It is a custom and we do it every 1st of May in order to celebrate Spring and it's called Protomagia but that not what's important...She likes it and that is.It's such a beautiful image,almost magical watching the woman you love doing something so simple and yet so fulfilling for Her,making Her happy beyond expectations to search for the right flower to pick for the wreath like a specialist.
And every now and then She would put one in her hair and every time i would marvel at Her.

This painting that i did,has this memory embedded into it.Happy  memories...

Τετάρτη 4 Μαρτίου 2015

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A City of Loneliness

Every painting is a small window that captures a moment,a feeling or the place that brings back memories to my mind.
I remember Her always saying that i was constantly looking at the time.I was always looking my watch.
-Please stop it,take it of.Be free.She used to say.
But i never did...
I remember it was night and i was waiting alone for the bus.I was awaiting to get away from her,i was so angry,so sad,so disappointed for the life we lost,for the life we would never live.She was unfair with me,abrupt,hard.She hurt me with the way only one that you love can,with the way only this person could.
What did she say?
It doesn't matter.It never did with me.I could never recall conversations,there was only an aftertaste.A vague memorie.A bad one.
On the other hand She remembered Everything!Every little detail which was frustrating but She remembered it from her point of  view and everytime something new came up She brought up an issue long forgotten(by me)and in most cases a brand new conversation for something at least weeks or months old would occur.
And i was at the bus stop looking at my watch...

This painting that i did,has this memory embedded into it.How alone i felt in a city full of life and lights.

Πέμπτη 26 Φεβρουαρίου 2015

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The Maze

Every painting is a small window that captures a moment,a feeling or the place that brings back memories to my mind.
I waste my time in useless,empty things.But i don't care because i have all the time of the world,limitless time and someday i will live my dreams,i will do what i wanted...
How terribly wrong was i!How much time i wasted that i can't win back!Now i know,now i understand but maybe now it's too late.Always when you are in the brink of losing something only then you stop taking it for granted and you appreciate what you had and i was not exception even though i wanted to believe that i was.I wasn't.

This painting that i did,represent the feeling and the state of mind when i thought i  was lost.
Thank you for your time.
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Πέμπτη 19 Φεβρουαρίου 2015

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Symphony of Life

Every painting is a small window that captures a moment,a feeling or the place that brings back memories to my mind.
Quietly,almost silently i speak without believing She will hear me and i say:
-I love you.
But She does hear me.l don't know how,i believe more through her heart or her soul and She says:
-I love you too!
And i feel so happy,so full just being there hugging her mere moments before we surrender to Morpheus(fall asleep) but after that i can't close my eyes.I am looking at the ceiling in total darkness and i slowly listen her breathing rhythm as She falls asleep .But i can't.I feel so open like there's music floating from my chest,a music full of emotions,love and anticipation and i hugg her more almost fearing that this momement,this feeling will inevitable pass and i close my eyes...


This painting that i did,has this memory embedded into it.
  

Τετάρτη 18 Φεβρουαρίου 2015

                                 The story behind my paintings.My story...                                                     
Our First Sunset

Every painting is a small window that captures a moment,a feeling or the place that brings back memories to my mind.
I travel back to the day which was the first day of my new life.I didn't know it then but seeing know the full picture i know it to be true.So strong memories,i can almost feel the heat of the day.It wasn't blowing and so the shadow of the pine trees was welcomed.
I was the last to arrive at our meeting place.Blue!I vividly remember the colour blue!But why?What does it matter?It was maybe the clear blue sky or maybe the top She was wearing.Anyhow blue is part of the memory.
Everything looked to be the same as ever.But as i started going downhill i now know i was walking towards my destiny.
She was brunette with curly hair,slim,almost fragile with such innocent eyes and so young.Pretty green.That moment she didn't arouse me any feelings neither positive nor negative,but as i learned later i impressed her and that was enough.How different my life would be if i hadn't go downhill?No there isn't any point thinking that!
Faded pictures my memories,lost pieces from the puzzle of my life,that leave fragmented our first meeting.Maybe sometime i will remember more,just maybe...

This painting that i did,those colours remind me the summer in a Greek island that i met her.
Thank you for your time.

Τρίτη 17 Φεβρουαρίου 2015

                                      The story behind my paintings.My story...

Painting is silent poetry, and poetry is painting that speaks. Said Plutarch and i took that quote to the heart so i paint with love,passion and dedication as a way of enhancing my life.Every painting hides a secret,every secret reveals a piece of me,a piece of my soul.Through my paintings i relive fragments of my life sometimes bright, often dark,so if you like join me to this trip of self knowledge.