This Summer I made it to live one of my dreams, which was spending some days in a van and living in a camping ,next to the sea !
It was beyond good! It was great! Although some of the comforts I used to have when I was living in a room were absent … I had multi rewards by living inside the nature, 30 steps from the blue sea and living in a kind of community where you can stay alone or find a neighbour to talk to or have a beer any time …
Wish you a this Summer has left you a salty taste on the lips !!
This is the yard I have spend most of my Summers as a child!
Going back to the places you have lived as a child is always a good way to connect your past with the present self!
Zakynthos-( Greece) ,is the island I have spent the majority of my childhood Summers.
That means -only for me -that this island is beyond every comparison!
(Of course, I am subjective as much as anyone can be! Daaah )
Even the air smells “better” than anywhere else on the earth, at my island ( Fig and Jasmin!)
Going back to the Island for one more Summer I verify that a big part of me, still feels 8 yrs old every time I visit this yard. It doesn’t matter that I am a grown up woman and I visit the yard with my own family and my 6yrs old son…
At this place I am 8 again and I know every corner of the garden, where the soil is darker and actually which tree has the same age as I am.
Yes, there is especially a tree, that we have the same age and I can spot the changes every year.
The last year was a very special for me as I decided to change career path and liberate myself from the corporate environment.
Now I will pursuit a career that keeps me busy with drawing all the time !
It was a difficult decision that took me years of postponing but it was what I was truly wanted.
I found my tree high till the sky ,aiming higher like every year but this year a repulsive climbing plant whose leaves and branches, although very strong, neither smelled anything nor had any other use, had literally drowned my tree and had aggressively climbed almost 3 meters on it. Wherever they had gone, its branches had dried up, drowned out by this creeping nightmare…
I knew how this tree was feeling!
And you can’t imagine how tough those branches were and how much work it required in order to cut and remove all those branches and liberate the tree again. Fortunately my husband undertook all the difficult part that required him to climb the ladder as high as 3 meters among other things.
The tree is beautiful and free again.
Some branches were cut but new branches are growing too.
LIFE, with twists and folds, with bruises and marks always goes on.
I have been in this magical place enough times, but not enough …though.
I wish I will go many many more !
Santorini was a crash for me from the first time I landed on this gorgeous little port. All those rocks that were standing all over us travellers and the landscape you were facing after you have climbed on those cliffs…
Here is an illustration of Santorini, trying to capture the essence of this place, between the burned siena reds and the deep blue sea.
Hope you will enjoy and let me know on the comments area : Have you have been there ..?
Original text by Zoe Tucker – Author- Art Director- Designer.
Cleopatra Bathing in Donkey milk when ..Mr Tibbles…
” The night, when everyone in the palace was sleeping Mr Tibbles howled his biggest, loudest, saddest meow …”
Mr Tibbles ..himself
experimenting in the style of the artwork with collages of watercolour washes
How do you feel today Cleo ?
My trip to Madrid, last year, was “my last trip” before Corona virus kept us all locked down in our houses and away from travelling abroad.
My memories of Madrid are vivid, colorful and full of tasteful flavours of the Spanish tapas.
So when it came to painting something about Madrid I thought of those lovely little shops that serve Paella that I would love to visit again.
and in a closer look
– Portugal –
Lisbon – Portugal
Copenhagen – Denmark
” The wings that unfold “
( Οι φτερούγες που τεντώνουν)
My friend Christina (@iprigipessa , blog here ) who is a very talented blogger, mother and inspirational creature in general, one day impulsively she wrote a magnificent text about a Mother’s thinking while preparing her child for the first day at school (while the child keeps responding to all the mother doubts and fears…in a humorous way).
When I read it, I was really touched and awakens my emotions (since I have a child in that age too…) and decided that I wanted to illustrate it – no matter what.
Here are some of my illustrations (but only 3 of them since it is my recent work and still under the creation process…)
take a look- and tell me what emotion evokes to you…
“My little, in your eyes I see all of the sky, I see the forests to grow and a world without deceit”
“-Mom, where do you see all these I am wondering?”
“My little , in your eyes I see the stars of the whole universe, I see schools and beautiful classrooms , and I see you making a new world”
“- Mom, Why to make a “new ” world ? This one is already so beautiful!”
” Look at the time! It ‘s nine o clock! Tell grandma a goodbye! I don ‘t want you to be late!”
“- So tell her, to stop kissing me then !”
“You are going to return where you belong, sweet start of a new beginning. I know, I am a little stressed myself.”
“-I see that Mom, I would say you have A LOT of stress! But, I am fine , you know!”
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All who postpone happiness, raise your hands.
If I draw one straight line and put your birth in one end and the day you ‘re gonna leave this earth on the other end,
are you willing to spot where you feel you are right now
Don’t rush to make a logical assumption, to take your age and the statistics about life expectancy in order to make your mark.
For this question you can skip maths.
Read the rest article HERE (5 min read)
The Body and the Beast
Only recently, I convinced myself to join the swimming pool in order to have some exercise.
I will dare to share with you my experience of this first visit, which was indeed — in art-making terms- inspirational!
I admit that I am not an athletic type of person and I never was a member of an athletic team.
Also, I confirm that I do not have a problem with naked bodies or of my body being naked on a beach or in the changing rooms of the shops among other people.
Read more HERE (4 min read)
A moment of silence for the person you were told that you are
Parents have the best intentions.
From day 1 in life, everybody that consists our close family environment works continuously and without realising it, for one purpose:To transform you into something different than the magical creature you were born.
Read more here (6 min read)
Mixed media work with analogical and digital technique, that started with a quick sketch of Audrey in Watercolour.
Then I thought of making this kind of poster.
I have included some of the most famous film titles and in simple sketches the most characteristics and stylish poses with the sun-glasses and the other with the cigar! The dress was a bonus !
I feel that Tesla is the “Van Gogh of Science“. Personal opinion.
His life was full of disappointments, failures, and he died alone.
He never received the recognition he deserved in his living years.
That gives me a romantic feeling for this great scientist and I chose pink for my colour pallet.
OK something Bold and flamboyant.
I read the biography of this great dancer and choreographer Isadora Dunkan (1877- 1927) when I was very young.
She was inspired of Ancient Greek choreographies and she was called “the bare foot dancer”. She was dancing in abandoned ancient temples at a time when a few people had some kind of admiration or knowledge about Antiquity.
I admired her passion for dancing, her inner fire and of course I was shocked about the tragedies in her life (lost both her children in a tragic accident)
and of course her death was so tragic like her whole life (drowned when her scarf was caught on one of the rear wheels of the sports car where she was riding).
“The Wind? I am the Wind.
The Sea and the Moon? I am the Sea and the Moon.
Tears, pain, love, bird-flights? I am all of them.
Sin, prayer, flight, the light that never was on land or sea?
I dance what I am.”
I chose watercolour washes to bring out this etherial feeling for this woman’s dancing.