Be careful
When you fly up high
Of the wing cutters below
They wait with eyes of envy
And bitter tongues
For you to fly low
And like a predator attack
To make their incisions.
The key words in these challenging times. Last year I heard someone-I can’t remember who say these words when discussing the events in 2020 as well as future events. I wrote these words down in a journal and I thought that it would be a good idea to use the words in my artwork where I will be able to see it on a daily basis rather thαn in a note book.
Λεξεις κλειδια για τη δυσκολη εποχη που ζουμε. Πέρυσι άκουσα κάποιον-δεν μπορώ να θυμηθώ ποιος είπε αυτά τα λόγια όταν συζητούσαν τα γεγονότα το 2020 καθώς και μελλοντικά γεγονότα. Έγραψα αυτές τις λέξεις σε ένα ημερολόγιο. Σκέφτηκα ότι θα ήταν καλή ιδέα να χρησιμοποιήσω αυτές οι λέξεις στο έργο τέχνης μου όπου θα μπορούσα να τα βλέπω σε καθημερινή βάση και όχι κρυμμένα σε ένα βιβλίο σημειώσεων.
My handmade collage background with a layer of a photograph of a rose that I captured from my garden.
This was a very difficult and challenging year for all of humanity. To accept what is beyond our control and ride the wave or get crushed by it is up to each person. Disasters come and go, and after the end is a new beginning. In the meantime we must go into ourselves and find a bit of peace.
An orange tree and an orange cat!
“Orange is the color of the sun. It is vital and a good color generally, indicating thoughtfulness and consideration of others.“ Edgar Cayce
After the storms come the sunshine and the rainbows. In this case a cool double rainbow.
Brighter days will soon come..
Μετά τις καταιγίδες έρχεται ο ήλιος και τα ουράνια τόξα. Σε αυτήν την περίπτωση ένα διπλό ουράνιο τόξο.
Θα έρθουν σύντομα πιο φωτεινές μέρες ..
“Dare to love yourself
as if you were a rainbow
with gold at both ends.”
― Author-Poet Aberjhani, Journey through the Power of the Rainbow: Quotations from a Life Made Out of Poetry
Happy Halloween!! A little treat for the followers. I drew the reaper getting what he deserves. And a poem in the spirit of Halloween. 🙂
THE GRIM REAPER
The reaper
Looks grim
His patience is wearing thin
He knows he can’t
Come for my soul
Though the hands and feet are cold
But not the heart
It won’t grow cold by the storms
Or by enemies and vampiric energies
The black magic went away
Watch it’s slow decay
Black shadows deflected
By the light
Up into the air
To meet the wrath of the angels
My time isn’t his
Let the reaper despair.
7 Be not deceived; God is not mocked: for whatsoever a man soweth, that shall he also reap.
8 For he that soweth to his flesh shall of the flesh reap corruption; but he that soweth to the Spirit shall of the Spirit reap life everlasting.