Ok, they are curious about the butterfly under the branch... A small sketch, pencil on paper, around 15 x 21 cm. It was so fun to draw them that I want to do it again soon. Drawing something else, of course! :)
The Purple Brush - Paintings and bubbling
26 January 2012
Curiosity - pencil on paper
Ok, they are curious about the butterfly under the branch... A small sketch, pencil on paper, around 15 x 21 cm. It was so fun to draw them that I want to do it again soon. Drawing something else, of course! :)
23 January 2012
Merlin
I do have a cat, well, the same way that my cat has a human, me! In fact, he has three mammies. I am mammy A, my elder daughter is mammy B and my younger daughter is his mammy C. As you already understood, it has to do with age. Merlin, the magnificent cat, our love that walks in the house with all the grace of his synonymous wizard, knows his power very well. He knows that he will miao and we will run to find out what is happening and why he did so. And he knows also that, in this time of crisis, his bowl will be full all the time in case he wants to have his meal.
It's a bit embarrassing to admit that we love him so much when we have, at the same time, so many problems. But he is not to blame for the crisis. And from the moment he came home, as a tiny kitten the size of a handful, he changed all the atmosphere in a positive way. He is there for us, especially when we need him the most, with the tenderness and the unconditional love that a human would hardly give.
Lately, he explained us, his own way, that he wants his soulmate. After a lot of search and a lot of difficulty, we found a possible mate at a friend's house at a village outside Thessaloniki. We went there to spend the weekend with them and their cat, a beautiful confident female named Sourtouka. We, both families, were watching their first meeting the way a scientist watches his first discovery, that would lead definitely to Nobel prize, at the microscope. Totally rudely and tactlessly.
They didn't kill each other at the first moment and this was good. They kept a safe distance for some time and then they started talking in a strange way. It was the first time to hear Merlin having a deep voice, something like Scotty McCreery but in a cat's way, maybe even deeper. Once they were to fight but it didn't happen. After some time we found them in an other room, on the same sofa, the one at the one side and the other at the other side, looking each other for more than half an hour. They had more adventures, of course, as the time was passing which we talked about next to the fireplace in the evening.
In the end, next day, we left without the inevitable to happen. I was puzzled and wondering what went wrong till my friend explained to me that cats don't mate just because they will find each other. They need at least three days to flirt, to examine each other, to smell and pass a lot of tests and ritualistic procedures. And it may not happen in the end. But they are animals... So what? They have their codes and their psychological gradual approaching to prove that they worth the honor, something like courting and getting engaged and coming closer one step at a time. But humans many times do this "procedure" much quicker, I said smiling. Yes, but cats are not humans, she said seriously. I looked at the floor and, in some way, it was coming closer to me.
Back at home, from the fiery manly male he had become for a day and a half he became our own pampered guy again. We will go back to Sourtouka's home and I hope they will remember each other and we won't start the rituals from the beginning. Because we won't have three whole days for him to flirt. But I have a good feeling about this newly born relationship. Even away from e-mails and skype, it will flourish one day and Merlin will become a proud partner of her. And I don't want to think of his rivals, since I saw with my own eyes that under the spoiled look he hides carefully a small tiger...
It's a bit embarrassing to admit that we love him so much when we have, at the same time, so many problems. But he is not to blame for the crisis. And from the moment he came home, as a tiny kitten the size of a handful, he changed all the atmosphere in a positive way. He is there for us, especially when we need him the most, with the tenderness and the unconditional love that a human would hardly give.
Lately, he explained us, his own way, that he wants his soulmate. After a lot of search and a lot of difficulty, we found a possible mate at a friend's house at a village outside Thessaloniki. We went there to spend the weekend with them and their cat, a beautiful confident female named Sourtouka. We, both families, were watching their first meeting the way a scientist watches his first discovery, that would lead definitely to Nobel prize, at the microscope. Totally rudely and tactlessly.
They didn't kill each other at the first moment and this was good. They kept a safe distance for some time and then they started talking in a strange way. It was the first time to hear Merlin having a deep voice, something like Scotty McCreery but in a cat's way, maybe even deeper. Once they were to fight but it didn't happen. After some time we found them in an other room, on the same sofa, the one at the one side and the other at the other side, looking each other for more than half an hour. They had more adventures, of course, as the time was passing which we talked about next to the fireplace in the evening.
In the end, next day, we left without the inevitable to happen. I was puzzled and wondering what went wrong till my friend explained to me that cats don't mate just because they will find each other. They need at least three days to flirt, to examine each other, to smell and pass a lot of tests and ritualistic procedures. And it may not happen in the end. But they are animals... So what? They have their codes and their psychological gradual approaching to prove that they worth the honor, something like courting and getting engaged and coming closer one step at a time. But humans many times do this "procedure" much quicker, I said smiling. Yes, but cats are not humans, she said seriously. I looked at the floor and, in some way, it was coming closer to me.
Back at home, from the fiery manly male he had become for a day and a half he became our own pampered guy again. We will go back to Sourtouka's home and I hope they will remember each other and we won't start the rituals from the beginning. Because we won't have three whole days for him to flirt. But I have a good feeling about this newly born relationship. Even away from e-mails and skype, it will flourish one day and Merlin will become a proud partner of her. And I don't want to think of his rivals, since I saw with my own eyes that under the spoiled look he hides carefully a small tiger...
The ...tiger! Here he is much younger than he is now but I just love this photo!
22 January 2012
IDAP community and more
I recently joined IDAP (I Draw And Paint) community, which is a friendly place for people who love painting and drawing using different mediums like oils, watercolors, acrylics, charcoal, pen and anything two dimensional art can be made of.
It's a place where I feel comfortable presenting my art and looking at the art of others, both newbies and professionals, and still be able to become a friend with some of the most interesting and creative persons. I hope this will help me keep alive and even develop my artistic life, which is not at its best right now because of too much non artistic work...
At the same time, Greek people see our lives getting tough day after day. So, we have to survive. This is not easy at all for some who lost not only their jobs but their homes also and the ground under their feet. My elder daughter, who is a student at Thessaloniki university, told me that last week she was walking at a main street with her boyfriend and they saw old people trying to get warm or sleep on the benches of Aristotle square covered with coats or blankets or nothing with their body warmth. They gave them bread and milk and heard stories of loneliness and abandonment. Some of them lost their pensions, some other were thrown out of nursing homes that closed because of the crisis...
My younger daughter went to the camp on August 2011, where she goes every year, and she told me that she met some girls that came with an arrangement of the orphanage where they lived and the camp headship since they had no family but after a couple of months their orphanage was to be closed, because of the crisis again, and they wouldn't have anywhere to go.
This is no joke and both my daughters, as everyone else here, are growing up quicker than their age because of what they see. I am really concerned on what will be done and how low we can go as a country when we leave unsheltered the elder and the young. Where do our "values" go and how much time will pass till we realize that we have already hit the bottom? This is not a real question, this is hanging over our heads and weighs on our hearts till we break this situation.
It's a place where I feel comfortable presenting my art and looking at the art of others, both newbies and professionals, and still be able to become a friend with some of the most interesting and creative persons. I hope this will help me keep alive and even develop my artistic life, which is not at its best right now because of too much non artistic work...
At the same time, Greek people see our lives getting tough day after day. So, we have to survive. This is not easy at all for some who lost not only their jobs but their homes also and the ground under their feet. My elder daughter, who is a student at Thessaloniki university, told me that last week she was walking at a main street with her boyfriend and they saw old people trying to get warm or sleep on the benches of Aristotle square covered with coats or blankets or nothing with their body warmth. They gave them bread and milk and heard stories of loneliness and abandonment. Some of them lost their pensions, some other were thrown out of nursing homes that closed because of the crisis...
My younger daughter went to the camp on August 2011, where she goes every year, and she told me that she met some girls that came with an arrangement of the orphanage where they lived and the camp headship since they had no family but after a couple of months their orphanage was to be closed, because of the crisis again, and they wouldn't have anywhere to go.
This is no joke and both my daughters, as everyone else here, are growing up quicker than their age because of what they see. I am really concerned on what will be done and how low we can go as a country when we leave unsheltered the elder and the young. Where do our "values" go and how much time will pass till we realize that we have already hit the bottom? This is not a real question, this is hanging over our heads and weighs on our hearts till we break this situation.
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