Tuesday, June 21, 2022

Kingfisher 165

12" x 8" (30 cm x 20 cm) - oils on stretched canvas

I still find resistance in me when trying to loosen my way in painting. I have a tendency to overwork but I keep trying to give more space to the feeling than the look. I think I did better than last time. Keep going... thank you for viewing my art! 

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Friday, June 17, 2022

lizard 164

9.4" x 7.1" (24 cm x 18 cm) - oils on stretched canvas

I am in a phasis of evolution. For sometime now, I have a tendency to become more impressionistic and abstract, started feeling a bit confined and trapped by the detail. This is an experimental painting trying to find a looser way to express myself. I don't know where it will get me but I will walk this with a little fear and more excitement. Wish me good luck!

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Thursday, May 19, 2022

tangerine slice 163

6" x 8" (15.2 cm x 20.3 cm) - oils on canvas panel

It may be dark but it's light. One of my favorites. I hope you like it as much as I do. Thank you for viewing my art.

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Sunday, May 15, 2022

flame 162

6" x 6" the actual painting - oils on stretched canvas, 8.4" x 8.4" the painting including the wooden frame

The candle is almost gone and the flame makes its last effort to shine around. This shining will stand for as long as this painting exists. Maybe I should call it "frozen in time" if it wasn't hot! Thank you for watching my art!

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Friday, May 13, 2022

my new rocks!

These are my new rocks. I hope you like them and I hope it will get better and better! 
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Wednesday, May 11, 2022

strawberry 161

8" x 10" (20 cm x 25 cm) - oils on canvas panel

It's not the strawberry itself that made me want to draw it. It was because it's fallen and surrendered to the ground. And it's the contrast between the dark background and the bright yet lost strawberry. If this wasn't a painting, I would bet it can get up and find itself once again. (Too thoughtful maybe...) Anyway, I loved it and I hope you will too. Thank you for viewing my art.

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Monday, May 9, 2022

match fire 160

7.1" x 9.4" (18 cm x 24 cm) - oils on stretched canvas

I love fire. It has a magickal element, it is a magickal element that captivates my imagination. This is the gentle fire of a match, it wouldn't live long if it wasn't on a painting, now it will, but it has its own glamour and power. Just to honor the vital energy that feeds us all. Thank you for watching my art. 

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Saturday, May 7, 2022

The Choice

He was staggering in the rainy alley when he rested his hand on the wall to support himself and take a breath. He was drunk as hell, maybe more than other times. He glanced around at the dim street lights and security cameras. One of them seemed to him that it was watching him. He waved his hand to dispel the irrational thought and started moving again when he tripped on a stone and fell face down on the grass. It took his mind a little while to wonder what the grass had to do with the asphalt. He made an attempt to get up but the dizziness forced him to stay on all fours until his stomach calmed down. He wouldn't want someone of the few passers-by see him throw up in the night.

He half-opened his eyes and saw the meadow and the forest to his right. "That whiskey had something weird," he thought. Never before had drunkenness made his fantasies so persistent. He crawled to the first tree and sat with his back to the trunk. It seemed real. He had now begun to think that his few remaining friends had set up a nasty prank on him. But when? He just now walk down the street. He grabbed his head but did not seem to hurt. His eyes wandered into the night landscape. From afar he heard waves crashing on a shore. As he was tired, he slipped gently into a deep sleep.

Before opening his eyes he heard the birds. How long had he heard birds? It was dawn and the gentle breeze was refreshing. It was as if the dust of centuries had washed away from him.

He realized that the forest was not a dream within another dream in which he had awakened. He sighed at the thought that something serious had happened and that his friends would not jump from one side to tease him.

The grass gently stroked his feet as he walked towards the trees and from there to the sea. It was as if the world had stopped and was listening to his breath.

Then he saw the canopy. Half cracked seemed ancient in a new world. He bent down and went through the shabby door. The dome had opened in some places and climbing plants hugged the inside of the walls and the statues that adorned it. Some kind of machines protected by a transparent material were scattered in the space, one next to each statue. These represented human figures in such detail that the man wondered where the other people were for the first time.

He touched some of the figures and the marble answered with the cold feeling of the distant. The statue of a woman caught his eye. Long hair slid down her shoulders. She was wearing a one-piece suit and looked like she was looking at an unspecified spot in front of her. The man would like to congratulate the sculptor but did not think there was a chance to meet him.

He caressed her back with his fingertips and then he felt it. An invisible knock. Wait. Nothing. And then again the ghost of a heartbeat made him freeze. Something was wrong. He felt he should not be there and his presence was annoying or unwanted. Suddenly he wanted to run away, to hide, to forget this world and everything that had to do with it.

When he was far enough away from the canopy, he took off his clothes while trembling and dived into the sea. The water was cool and hopelessly clear. He threw plenty of it on his face and neck to recover and realized another paradox. Yesterday he was walking in an autumn cold alley and today it was summer. A group of small blue fish passed by him. He reached out and they swam around him without any sign of fear. Returning to shore he knew he had to find out where he was and do something about the hunger that had begun to bother him.

He went for a walk in the forest looking for something to eat. The suspicion of movement let him wondered of the existence of small creatures that were watching him with curiosity. Small purple berries like blueberries protruded through bushes that like small trees embraced the edges of the clearing. Hunger pushed him to try and their sweet taste compensated him for his courage.

Through the branches he saw a large rodent like a squirrel with long pointed ears watching him. He had never seen such a creature. He approached but the rodent ran to the forest to climb a tree that was loaded with fruits. They looked like pears but when tasted they were astringent and sour. Their flesh, however, was very filling and the man cut some risking and hoping that these strange fruits would not upset his already delicate stomach.

Beyond the glade on the opposite side of the sea the trees were dwindling and the ground was becoming stony. A small mountain dam limited the vegetation. The man looked at the tumor and noticed a place between two curves that allowed visibility to the other side. Without a second thought he began to climb. It took him a few minutes to realize how untrained he was. He reminisced about his years in the gym and almost fell, as the stone supporting his right foot receded, leaving him almost in the air. He grabbed a bulge and stopped until his heartbeat calmed down. He had to be more careful. If he fell, there was no one to help him.

When he reached the opening the wind hit his face bringing new smells and distant voices. He hid quickly and listened. In front of him the opening was lowering and created a passage full of caves on both sides. Outside of them sat or roamed humanoids with thick black hair. From this distance he estimated that they were a little shorter than an average person but much stronger, as their muscles were developed in their naked bodies. Two of them were fighting screaming and showing their fangs. The man stood up to see better and then one of the creatures looked at him in astonishment. As soon as their eyes met the creature began to show him shouting at the others. Cold sweat bathed him and he started going down throwing stones with his feet. As if time had stopped, he felt his body move mechanically, while his mind was frozen. He reached the trees with a few hacks he did not even feel and kept running automatically until he thought he was out of danger. Only then he stopped panting to calm down. So that not everything was as peaceful and idyllic as it seemed at first. He sighed trying to convince himself that everything was fine. He was so far away from the creatures that their intelligence might not have been enough to find him. After all, he was beyond their area and did not pose a threat to want to harm him.

He turned to his favorite tree and leaned his body. His thoughts returned to the statues that he no longer believed were statues. What were they? And where, for goodness sake, was he? Definitely not somewhere near his city. Suddenly he wanted a cigarette and a drink too much. He had never needed them so much in his life. This place looked too clean and undefiled and he wanted to contaminate it with a little smoke to feel human. He also wanted to talk to someone, to vent the anger that was gushing out of him like a wild river. By what right did someone or something brought him here against his will? By what right do others interfere in his life? He had never understood that. A drink. Maybe if he got drunk he would go home and this would be a crazy break in his life, which would remain unexplained forever.

Home… He smiled bitterly. He had not had a home for more than two months. Even when he had, it was his girlfriend who had hosted him for a year until she was so loathe of him that she threw him along with his things on the street. Then he was going from friend to friend and when they finished he started burden them again repeating the row. In fact he knew that his supposed friends no longer saw him in the best of moods. It was nowhere near his house. Unless it was a place, any place with a big couch, a drink, a cigarette and a chick.

The thought of a chick reminded him of the statue of the woman. It had been some time and things seemed calm from this side of the canopy. He approached hesitantly again. The room looked the same except for a low hum that could only be heard thanks to the silence. He was almost certain it was not heard the first time but he might have been wrong. The girl was still looking motionless somewhere in front of her. It seemed so fragile as a piece of another world. He touched her throat and felt it. One soft tap and then another. The woman slowly turned her head and looked at him blankly in the eyes. He was left stunned to get lost in them. The pupils turned green, the frozen stone began to change color, temperature and density. The sounds around him also changed, as the machines were working feverishly to get people back to normal. He turned and saw them come to life and look around as if lost. The woman kept looking at him and felt embarrassed that he had to say something.

- "Hi, I am Steven," he said.

The machine next to her reproduced his voice in another language. The woman showed herself and said "Lorna".

- "Who are you? How did you wake up? "Where are we?" He let the torrent of questions erupt now that he could speak to someone.

The woman asked the machine something and the answer surprised her. She spoke to it and heard the translation in his language.

"Four hundred and seventy-seven earth years, five months and twenty-one days have passed since the destruction of the planet. Arti says we woke up because it was approached by an identical DNA sample to ours. It must have been you. "

- "Arti?"

- "Artificial Intelligence"

- " Sorry, I did not want to wake you up," said the man.

Lorna smiled and Steven felt his heart sink.

- "What happened means that we can inhabit the Earth again. But who are you? You do not seem to belong to any other life support unit," she told him.

- "I do not know… four hundred years! I was just then and suddenly here!"

Then he noticed that the other people were listening to them. His response was embarrassing but it was not their first priority. They came out silently sucking images and sounds. They touched things as if seeing everything for the first time.

Steven understood that his presence, which he could not justify, made the newly awakened avoid him. Even Lorna had a reservation. Everyone, however, was satisfied that the resurrected abundance of nature could undoubtedly sustain them. The shock of everything that had happened and he had learned from the moment he was there, just the day before, was still trying to calm down inside him.

He approached her next to the fire that had been lit on the beach. Lorna was looking at the sun sinking into the colors. When she saw him, she got up to leave. He turned his head in frustration and then heard the scream. One of the humanoids had attacked her from behind and she was trying to free herself. The creature stripped his pointed fangs and screamed in the night. Steven looked at the bewildered people around him and realized that he could not rely on them. He snatched a stick from the fire and rushed to the creature who did not seem to know what it was. As soon as he felt the burning and pain he left the woman and stepped back in surprise, looking at the bright flames, before running on all fours to the safety of his camp. A rustle rose in the language of the newly awakened, who now had a reason to look favorably on his presence near them. Lorna took his hand to thank him and then it happened.

An opening began to fade in front of him, it grew and stood fragilely waving with translucent edges. On the other side he could see the alley where he had come from, his own world, right where he had been walking drunk the night before. He noticed that others could see it too. He knew that if he passed the gate he would be there, everything would be as before, he would go on with his life. He took a step towards the opening and stood. He looked at the world he had left and at the new world he had met and felt that something had changed within him. It was not the alley. He felt that he had an opportunity here, that he was needed and he could not remember when someone last needed him. The opening flickered around like a huge amoeba and began to close. He knew it was either now or never. He took another step forward and looked into Lorna's eyes. Divided, he fell to his knees and watched the gate close.

"Damn, I will never eat chocolates filled with liqueur again," he thought.

red peppers 159

8" x 8" (20 cm x 20 cm) - oils on stretched canvas

Recently I started liking food painting. I am not on a diet (yet) but I think I prepare myself for the moment of weight crisis. Peppers bright red, light and juicy with a lot of vitamine C. Mmm... 

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Friday, May 6, 2022

cherry heart 158

6" x 6" (15 cm x 15 cm) - oils on canvas panel

This small painting was inspired by my daughter's wedding and all the love surrounding it. It's a couple of cherries and I hope their lives will be delicious and juicy as these cherries.

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Thursday, April 28, 2022

Plastic World

Sophia started packing their things before waking up Georgia. They had to leave the inn as soon as possible if they wanted to find a seat on the train. A carriage was out of reach at the moment. They had to go meet her husband. After the complete interruption of telecommunications two days ago, chaos prevailed. Everyone seemed to want to go to the headquarters of the area, in case there was a chance to learn news and talk to their own people. She, like the others, could only hope.

Georgia was smiling in her sleep but there was no time for beautiful dreams. She woke up a little awkwardly opening and closing her blue eyes in surprise, while her mother dressed her for the trip. In a very short time they ran to catch their only means of escape at the last moment.

Outside the huge building of the Telecommunication Center, thousands of people waited for hours for something that didn't seem to come. The people in charge had informed them that they were trying to solve the problem and that the damage was probably temporary. In fact, they themselves had no idea what had happened and were beginning to fear the spark that would make this mob rush into the building. Rumors circulated around the people of a coup against the government.

Sophia decided it was dangerous for a woman with a two-year-old kid to be near a bomb ready to explode, and they discreetly walked away. She was trying to figure out where her husband might be and if he had even managed to come to town. So she found a stone recess on the opposite hill where she could see the train station descending between the dunes, but they could not easily be seen, she laid out a large towel and they sat and waited. The sun went down without a new train arrival. She opened a food box for them to eat and put Georgia to sleep in her arms. She ate some food herself but was very tired from the tension and their food boxes were quite reduced. She did not realize that her eyes were closing but when she woke up the sun was high and the time was past ten. Georgia was playing near her and Sophia was grateful that no one seemed to notice them. She opened another food box for breakfast.

And then she saw them. Hordes of miserable people descending from the dunes. They seemed to have walked the huge route from the nearest town in the desert, which was unlikely. Some were families with children terribly distressed. Others among them, however, walked steadily with red-hot eyes and their bodies covered in various places by a tar-like blackness. She had heard about the "infection" days before the communication was cut off but she did not imagine that she would see it up close or that it would look like that. Darkness, in some less and in others more widespread, continued to spread throughout the body. All she knew was that it was an epidemic that some attributed to failed scientific experiments and others to another way of resisting the government. The second seemed completely absurd. The people next to the "infected" did not yet know how to react. On the one hand they were trying to keep a distance and on the other they did not want to challenge them.

Despite the hours that had passed, it seemed that the train had not yet arrived. Unless it had come and gone while she slept. As the crowd of newcomers headed for the city center, she thought she could ask at the station. The man in charge, a short, sloppy man, looked at her carefully and, after warning her that it was dangerous to travel alone with a small child, informed her that the train had not yet arrived because it had been damaged at the previous station and that it would come at some point, who did not seem to know.

"Lies," shouted a man who heard the conversation lying on the bench next to them. "The train will not come again. We are cut off from the world and yesterday blood shed at the center. Something big is happening and no one tells us what! ”

The person in charge abducted him, telling him that he was drunk and the man spat and left, muttering. Sophia was trying to keep her self-control, feeling very lonely and weak, while Georgia next to her was muttering a children's song.

The situation seemed very difficult. She expected that by now they would have found her husband and the problems would have been solved. The government would protect them. Instead, they had nowhere to stay, the food boxes would soon run out and, as nothing electronic seemed to work, she could not use her cards. And it was in the center of the cyclone, where anything could happen.

She collapsed on the bench of the desert station. She had not had her weekly immunization vaccine and felt weak and vulnerable. Georgia wanted them to play, like any child who does not understand the world of adults. Sophia's heart was frozen and she did not have the courage to play or resist her demand. So he succumbed. She pulled out a drawing pad and her colorful markers and timidly began to make their own happy microcosm. Georgia enthusiastically began to decorate the buildings with flowers and the streets with trees. Sophia was slow to remember where her daughter had seen such images, which were now in the history books, until she recalled happy memories, where she watched with her dad a dvd with old cartoons. Coarsely chopped trees, birds and butterflies played the background in those stories that her childish mind had wonderfully captured.

In fact, there were no more trees, no more animals, no more butterflies. There were only found in old stories and rare old dvds. When humans ran out of oxygen, scientists built huge crops of mutant algae that produced the oxygen they needed. And long before every meal was over, they made the food boxes, ready to eat at any time. There were various flavors reminiscent of foods of the past, at least at the beginning, until people stopped remembering what those foods were like and the production companies cut spending on flavorings. Now they had a neutral taste that reminded them of nothing but was pleasant enough to eat when you were used to it. And people were used to it.

"Very nice painting," the man in the sand-colored hood told them. Tall, slender and with an appearance that would hardly stand out in a crowd. Sophia thanked him, trying to understand why he seemed so strange to her but could not. Georgia, on the other hand, held out her hand, smiling as if she knew him.

Explosions and unrest were heard from the city center. People shouted incomprehensible words, then silence and then new voices and noise. Sophia wished her husband was there.

The tall man was still standing in front of them. Did she have to worry about him too?

"Could I talk to you in private?" he said.

They were alone at the station so the question sounded strange. Sophia hung on to a faint hope. Did he know her husband and had a message for her? He would look for them also. It was a thought drawn from the hair but nodded in agreement and the man led them to the top of the hill that its recess had hosted them the night before. Up there it was difficult to see them as people were no longer coming from the surrounding dunes and as people had long since stopped looking up.

"What's going on, sir?" Do we know each other? Did my husband send you? Where is he? Speak, please! ”

The man took a breath as if he did not know what to do first.

"You do not know me but we know you. Your husband did not send me and I can assure you that he never got here. It is located in another city, where similar riots occur. In most cities, incidents occur or are about to occur due to the situation."

"The situation?"

The man shook his head as if talking about something self-evident.

"Infection is spreading around the world, communications have stopped, people have nothing to eat because they can not buy food boxes, companies are collapsing, a chain of sabotage in many parts of the world has destroyed most of the algae crops and scientists are trying to fix things in vain and all three protectorates of the planet, instead of doing something helpful, they blame each other with the aim of seizing as much power as they can, as always."

"And how did all this happen suddenly?"

"The infection was slowly caused by the corrosive effect of mutated foods, what you call food boxes, on people's weak immune systems combined with the unexpressed emotions that are suppressed by the vaccines you do. The sabotages were carried out both by revolutionaries against the protectorates and by the protectorates themselves trying to intervene in each other's sphere of power, thinking that it would be easy to recreate the crops once their plans were achieved. But their arrogance did not allow them to see that the damage would not be reversible. Oxygen is still holding but its reduction will soon begin to show. Telecommunications ... ”

"Telecommunications?" she repeated.

"I have to admit that this is our interference. We are in the last act of the project and it makes our job easier.”

Sophia shook her head, refusing to accept the pile of information she had just received.

"So who are you?" You keep talking in plural as if you were a member of a team that has power and knowledge. How is it possible for you to know about all these and how could you stop communication.”

The man realized that the time he had been waiting for had come and that he had to be careful with this woman who was going to collapse.

"My lady, you do not know me but I ask you to trust me for a while. We do not want to hurt you. If you listen to me, I can explain everything."

Sophia nodded in agreement.

"Our name does not matter. Many have called us "Travelers" or "Others" or various other names and these myths have existed for a long time because we too have a long time we observe the Earth and live among you. When a species, such as man, comes to destroy the natural environment of the planet it inhabits to such an extent, we are there to help make the planet easier to move on and restore."

"What are you talking about;" cried Sophia, forgetting the plural of politeness. "These are stories for children. Who do you think you are and what gives you the audacity to play such games with a desperate woman? Because there are no aliens and the "natural" environment we destroyed was dangerous for our lives. Everyone knows this. From school we learn about the monstrous animals that existed before humans. ”

The man sighed. He waited for this reaction but no matter how many times he had this discussion in the past, he always hoped for something better. He raised his right hand and a white energy left his fingers to create a vortex in the air. When it cleared, it was a window into another world that made Georgia jump to applause. Sophia was stunned, not believing what had just happened. She could see clear green mountains with fruit trees, small streams full of fish jumping out of the water, flowers many flowers in colors she could not recognize because she had never seen in her life, small and large animals jumping in the trees or they ate grass, birds that filled the forest with melodies, and many colorful butterflies. The scents from the flowers reached the strange company at the top of the hill. A lot of beauty brought her to her knees. She could not have imagined that human technology had reached such a point. Could he have been not human, then? She cried like a small child acknowledging that she had not really lived a single day of her life. A red-yellow butterfly passed through the vortex and flew around Georgia, who chased it laughing frantically, before returning to its world.

"Governments have taught you what worked for them. For hundreds of generations humans lived with animals until they became greedy. The planet itself is a living creature that suffers unbearably because of man. All other creatures that have been exterminated also had a right to life. For a long time now, the imbalance you have caused is no longer reversible.”

Sophia was sitting on the sand like a puppet whose ropes had been cut. Everything she knew was wrong. She had accepted everything she believed without resistance "because it was so". And now this man or whatever else was asking her to open a door in her heart that was always and by default locked.

"Even if it is so, why do you say all this to me? There are so many people, why me? And why do you look so much like a human being, damn you?” she told him angrily.

"I am not alone. At the end of each season a careful selection is made for the seeds of humanity that will inhabit the Earth when it becomes a paradise again. Because people are the mind of the Earth and they are needed too. Right now many others like me are having the same discussion in different parts of the world. In fact, of course, to be precise, I am not addressing you ...”

"But we are alone ...!", she whispered. And then she understood the truth and her heart sank.

"Georgia does not make vaccines, right?" the man said more than asked.

"No, she does not," said Sophia slowly, almost with shame. And she went on to justify herself. "My husband did not want to. He thinks she is too young and he does not trust the government." He was right, she thought now.

"That's why she expresses herself so directly and spontaneously," said the man. "Her energy is strong and pure. That's one of the reasons she was chosen to be saved. "

"What about me and my husband?"

"Unfortunately, you are older with well-established perceptions and beliefs. Your arrival would destroy the mission."

Sophia got up, continuing to look without looking at the vortex that seized to exist. She had just come to this city the day before to reunite her family and watch the clouds of her world dissipate. She wanted so much to continue her life normally... No, she did not want it. She knew when she was lying. After all she had learned, her life seemed very poor and meaningless. Even if everything happened suddenly as before, she felt that inside her she had somehow changed. She had accepted a lot very easily from imitation, habit, because she did not know anything else... But her daughter had every right to a better life than hers. Everything this man said was logical and made sense. And when Georgia left to build the next better world, what would happen to her? She just wanted to disappear, to dissolve in the air so that she would not hurt when she would stop seeing her and hearing her laughter. The man, realizing her inner quarrel, put his left hand on her shoulder. Immediately, a calmness passed over her and her mind began to clear. She turned to look at him carefully as if seeing him for the first time.

Then she went back to Georgia, who was sitting down and watching them as if she understood that they were talking about her.

"My love," she told her. "This gentleman wants to take you to stay in the beautiful place with the flowers and the butterflies."

Georgia laughed and clapped applauding what she had heard.

"But Dad and I will not be able to come. Maybe later but not soon. But you will have many friends to play with all day. ”

"But will you come later?" she said and her face darkened.

"Everything will be fine", she assured her and hugged her warmly.

When Georgia's attention turned to a new toy, where she put pebbles on top of each other and rejoiced when the pile fell, Sophia turned to the man.

"I have to say you impressed me," he said. "Usually people react badly when they learn the real reason we approach them."

"It's not that simple. I want to be sure that everything you showed me is true and it is not some hidden but very developed human technology. She is my child. I love her more than my life. I leave her to survive. So I want something from you. A proof. I want you to show me your true form. ”

The man stood motionless for a moment and then nodded in agreement. Of course he understood. He shook his hood that fell on the sand. His face became dull, his features lost. The rest of the clothes also fell as they did not have a solid body to cover. What was left in front of her was a subtle elsewhere translucent and elsewhere denser blue energy that spread without a specific frame. A creature of pure energy that could create characteristics and dissolve them at will. They were both stunned to look at him. Georgia stood up with her arms outstretched towards the Traveler. Sophia hugged her tightly and, while she really wanted to stop her, she let her go towards him. The Traveler looked at Sophia with his blue eyes, reproducing the basic features of the person she knew, and made hands to wrap Georgia in his arms, creating a protective energy field. The reminder of the small intimacy that Sofia already felt for the Traveler seeing his face, helped her feel better. The time had come. Georgia was not afraid and looked very comfortable in the arms of a creature that her mom never believed existed.

"Thank you," Sophia shouted to the creature.

"I love you, mommy," said Georgia.

"I love you too," she said breathlessly.

While the little girl was greeting her with her rosy hands that she was already longing to touch, the Traveler and the child left upwards with great speed like a blue sphere. She did not know the details of where they were going. She did not need to know. She was left alone next to the bag with their things. She opened the drawing pad and knew she had done the right thing. This world was ending. So she had nothing to lose. She descended the hill with an unprecedented confidence towards the city center. Maybe there were some things she could do or say. And she was ready for them.

Friday, April 22, 2022

The Trap

They run among the trees. The sirens sound like crazy warning of impending doom. On the downhill they see the last big canopy. A small door with thick glass gawps open like a dark mouth. They knew that the refuge was only for the elite of their world. Sheikhs, kings and multimillionaires had paid fortunes to close their places in underground communities around the world, which would ensure the survival of the select few. They assumed, however, that they were accompanied by their servants who would make their lives more pleasant and tolerable.

Daphne and Zoe had been informed by the local revolutionary group about the door that had been "forgotten" open by their own people who would come in to sabotage the project. It was a secret but Daphne had overheard it and Zoe was her best friend.

There was no one around. They stopped abruptly realizing that the sirens had died down. They listened to the sudden silence as a harbinger of evil. And suddenly the tension came back even louder. Screams and commotion, new intermittent sirens and frantic footsteps approaching struck them like a menacing wave. Zoe ran to the door while Daphne froze looking something to the left Zoe could not see. Her friend's face became a motionless mask of terror. She started shouting at her to get inside louder and louder but her voice was lost in the noise. A new fear flooded her as she felt the danger getting closer and closer. With an automatic movement she closed the glass door. She wanted to live and her instinct for survival had turned red. Then Daphne woke up abruptly from the source of her terror that had reached her. She ran to the door like crazy, while something was pulling her wildly, begging Zoe to open it for her. Zoe knew it was too late. She had to choose whether to let her friend die or whether she would die with her. Slowly and mechanically, seeing Daphne begging with her fingernails out of the frame, she pressed the button that closed the inner door, leaving everything outside. The sadness and pain of betrayal in Daphne's eyes was the last thing she saw before she returned with a frozen heart to her new life.


She is sitting alone in the small room of six square meters. A narrow bed with a hanger where she had all her clothes is all she can use. The property is forbidden to the servants, who washed in series in the common showers with water, which were cleaned again and again, and used the common chemical toilets, which used the already dirty water of the showers. Day and night were vague concepts in the shelter, since from the moment of the blockade there was no contact with the outside world. Most of the mechanisms were automated and the central computer had severed all connection with anything that did not belong inside. What Zoe knew was that there was only death and destruction out there. That the air and water were polluted and that, if there was anything moving, it was the monsters that radioactivity had created from the last humans. The thought alone of going out was considered treason and such a suspicion would do great harm to anyone who expressed it.

When Zoe had struggled to integrate into the enclosed society like another pawn on the chessboard, she did not initially realize what that meant. At the time of their exclusion from the rest of the world, the notion of human dignity was lost along with the blue sky. The central computer secured the shelters for the next four hundred years and nothing could enter or leave them for highest security reasons. The theory was that small detection teams would then be sent to see if they could return to the surface. The servants sold their lives and dignity for survival and put on their collars, while the Lords became unscrupulous in order to entertain the boring endless years ahead of them. All the servants wore the same clothes, which showed their role, and had to be available at all times of the twenty-four hour period. They were obliged to satisfy the ever-increasing demands of the Lords, who used them in every compatible or immoral way. All attempts to overthrow this situation resulted in sadistic punishments for example, which Zoe did not even want to think about.

She closed her eyes leaning back against the wall. She was tired of repeating meaningless days. And that was all she would ever had. There was no hope for any of them. Because, regardless of their role, everyone was imprisoned for life.

She had seen that dream again. Daphne's eyes as she closed her out of the shelter, growing larger looking at her soul. She wanted to speak, to apologize, but the voice did not come out. It reached up to her throat and became a desperate stranglehold. And, at that moment, suddenly, after years she could no longer count, she burst into a loud and relentless cry. All the nos and the whys came out to ask for their justification. She curled up in bed like a baby longing for everything she had never lived and would never live and for the first time blessed Daphne, who died a quick death, instead of her own slow martyrdom.


Daphne and Lefteris go hand in hand up to the clearing. The spring scents, the flowers and the laughter that came from the celebration area lifted their mood. In the first years after the shelters were sealed, everyone worked hard to rebuild their societies, which the rulers oppressed by force. But they never forgot to celebrate the anniversary of that day and today, ten years later and despite the various clouds that had begun to form due to the new wanna be masters of the new era, the celebration would be even greater. The children were already there rehearsing for the play and the benches were set up since morning. Many people went up the glade, next to the local shelter that had been covered by nature's touch. Grass and small white flowers now covered the once glossy surface.

Daphne turned to look but Lefteris shook her hand and hugged her.

"I know what you think every year this day", he told close to her ear. "But it was her choice to go with them. You tried to stop her. "

"But if she knew the plan? That all this was set up by the revolutionaries to trap our oppressors? That even their computer program was made by our own people to make sure they would not come to the surface again? She would never have done it! ” she whispered breathlessly.

Lefteris put her in front of him and looked at her. His green eyes shone in the sun.

"But you know it, and she proved it, we could not trust her. The more people knew about it, the greater the risk of getting it in the wrong ears. It had to be kept secret until the end. She was your friend but I loved her. The very next day, when all this was over, I would ask her to marry me. But she made her choice and, after suffering for a long time, I realized that the only woman for me was you who always supported me, even when you hurt yourself. One day we will have to overcome it and move on with our lives. ”

Behind him was the sealed tomb of the living dead, voluntarily imprisoned by their own fear.

"You are right, my love," she told him and hugged him gently while a strange smile formed on her face.

"Mom, Dad," Elpida and Orestes shouted happily when they saw them and ran towards them. Elpida, dressed as a flower with yellow petals around her head, and Orestes, a green Peter Pan in a pointed hat, four and five years old respectively, hugged their parents and began to pull them to show them their artistic creations.

At the time when everyone was united with the people, Daphne turned back to the green shelter and thought: “And yet, I knew you loved her! That's why I became her friend and that's why I filled her mind and heart with fear for the impending catastrophe, before playing the role that marked the lives of all of us forever."

Saturday, April 16, 2022

The Dream

She was sitting cross-legged in the sand while the wave was licking her legs. She took a deep breath of the salty wind that shook and tangled her hair. She felt free and intangible like clouds and a wild joy sang in her heart.

When the creature emerged from the water right in front of her, Raina seemed to be waiting for it. The upper half was a man with broad shoulders and emerald eyes. His pointed ears, long face and broad shiny sternum had a color between olive and the color of the sea when the sun hits it at noon. Below the scales continued without a hint if they ended up in the tail of a fish or a snake.

The creature reached out and her whole body wanted to run to him. She started getting up and something touched her hand. A mirror. How did a mirror get there? Something moved inside her and made her turn to see her reflection. The echo of her scream was pulsating in her head.

She got up in bed panting and trembling. Rinsed her face with cold water to get out of the dream. It was not the first time. Ever since the dreams started, she did not go to that beach anymore. But they had becoming more and more and she had to do something. She was scared and she did not like being scared. She had to get rid of this stupid idea that she would meet the creature. In real life such things do not happen.

She decided to do it. She would not tell anyone. She did not need to give more reasons for cassowary to her friends who were already considered here imaginative. With her heart in her mouth and a fear she considered ridiculous she approached the meeting point of the dream. The wind was playing with her hair. After a few minutes and after convincing herself that she deserved each of her friends' jokes and, of course, nothing would happen, she turned away.

Suddenly she stopped motionless. She felt a presence and heard the splash of water as something emerged behind her. She did not want to return. It was just her imagination. She did not want to but slowly turned to the creature with the emerald eyes. He held out his hand to her and all she wanted was to run to him. She was crazy. "Go away," the voice of reason told her. "These things do not happen."

Raina moved on. She touched his hand and an electric shock pierced her. For the first time in her life she felt whole and complete. The pieces of a puzzle were coming together in her mind. Her navy father who abandoned them, her mother's preference to her siblings and the way she kept her away from the sea, her dreams ... Small details came to join the other pieces. A small panic erupted to sit in her heart when the creature smiled and pulled her into the water. Raina resisted because she knew she could not breathe but his reassuring look convinced her of another craziness. As he dragged her deeper and deeper into the water, she began to observe the small fish that did not leave before her, the anemones and the caves formed by the seabed.

She suddenly realized that something strange had happened. She had been following the plasma for some time and had no symptoms of drowning. She discovered with horror that she was breathing in the water. She pulled him back and saw the membranes between her fingers. Her cry came out different, twisted and carrying a singing hue at the same time. "Do not be afraid, my daughter," said the creature. "You're finally home." His voice was diffused into the water. It left and returned like the currents of the seabed. "What did you do to me; "What am I?", she cried. She mechanically let him lead her into the dark abyss while trembling with fear. The thoughts were so many that none reached the surface of the mind.

As they descended into the darkness, small lights began to be shown pale from afar. Shiny rocks and columns made of mirror reflected the light of springs that went even deeper into vast caves with high ceilings. Other creatures like long green shadows glided in or out of the water. Raina glanced furtively at one of the mirrors and saw the reflection of the dream mirror. She was a monster like the others. Her long head stood on a changing body. She folded in two and cried.

She shook abruptly on the bed and stayed completely awake looking at the ceiling in despair.

"The dream again?" asked her husband.


She went to the bathroom and closed the door behind her. She looked at her hands. Fine invisible energies like membranes were weaving between her fingers and then dissolving. She could not speak to her husband and could not accept her inheritance. Not since she had two children tying her to the surface.

Thursday, April 7, 2022


The rage that had overflowed in her chest led her straight to the surface. Her hairy legs were slowly but steadily stepping on the raw stones carrying a heavy body. She did not like the surface. There was a lot of light from the twin suns that left little time for darkness. She herself loved the shady and wet caves that had been created in the cracks of the drought and connected the surface with the rivers of the abyss.

Her two front legs touched the hot stones. He saw the little creatures with the four limbs next to their machine. Her mind blurred and she appeared with her huge black body in front of them. She looked around at the hundreds of her children they had killed and let out a scream that froze people's blood.

- "Little stupid creatures, without your machines you are useless. You spread death to my children as if it were your right. This is my home, this is where we live in peace for thousands of years and death is the dream we meet when the body wants to rest.

But you came as strangers to a foreign land and from the first moment my heart aches an unexpected and unbearable pain. I may be an ugly monster to you but I am the Mother. My every pregnancy was an anticipation and every birth a painful source of joy. I saw my children grow up and spread out, start families and discover new things. And now I lose them for no reason.

We did not bother you. I did not allow any of my children to taste your flesh even though it looks soft and it is not protected by hard shells except by thin layers that have no ability to keep you alive in front of a predator. Instead, we've been watching you to see what your goals are. And it was not long before they appeared.

I do not know how your specie multiplies but you also somehow came to life and a mother is the source of your existence. Is she proud of your crimes? Does she enjoy the extermination of my own children? Is she here to talk mother to mother?

I smell your fear and I feel your disgust for me. In front of you I am a horrible monster, just like my children look in your eyes and see awful creatures that long to destroy the world you consider your own. For me, however, they are beautiful, as every mother sees her children.

I went up from my home in the caves because I could no longer bear the pain. I'm big and tired after a long life. I would leave one of my daughters in my place to rest but I can not as long as you fight us."

People listened to the screams and growls of the giant spider and looked for a way to kill it, like the other spiders they encountered on this planet. At the moment, as she seemed slow and tired, they sent her the bullet that would kill her. But instead of killing her, it hit her in the face and threw her into the abyss. The bravest approached the edge hesitantly to see her climb the rocks to the surface again. She was very strong to die so easily and she was very smart to get back into the target of the machine. When she spoke again, roaring as she continued to climb slowly, looking at them with her hundreds of eyes, they realized the threat without knowing the language and run away.

- I may have been tolerant until now but it's time to let my kids taste how delicious your fluffy flesh is. Some of you look like a delicacy for my tastes. Those of you who stay on my land will take part in our snack as the main meal.

Behind her came out of the caves and followed her a few more hundreds of her children with their saliva creating small streams in the cracks between the stones.

Monday, March 28, 2022


A character inspired by a wonderful story of author Kiara Kalais. (thanks, Kiara!)

Zephys looked in her palm the small tornado she had just materialized. Normally she should have gone crazy with her power, which she acquired very recently, but the cold wind was freezing her heart. She would prefer to be able to make flames that would dance on her palm, filling it with light and warmth. She was sure that magicians from other areas could do it and she was jealous of their luck.

Baba Godar had blown the magic inside her after many months of traditional trials in the fog forest and the Acher River, which violently poured its icy waters into the waterfalls before meeting the sea. A girl between two brothers would never admit that there was a time when she was scared. And if someone implied something like that, he would pay dearly.

She quickly finished her morning routine at home and went out into the yard. After swimming in Serzis's gray wellies while feeding the animals, she washed in the cold water of the watering can and set off for the forest.

As much as she did not get along very well with her parents, who wanted her to be a boy like her siblings, she felt so close to Babba Jela. Her grandmother was already feeding the deer that ate from her hands. The birds had woken up early and filled the forest with pulsating waves of peeps. It all seemed so harmless during the day, but Zephys knew better what was going on when it got dark as she was at the beginning of the big forest of Fog that stretched endlessly to the north.

"Welcome, you had days to visit me," Babba told her.

- I felt like I wanted to see you…

- Your heart is heavy, Zephys. What torments you?

- I do not know, Babba. I really do not know. I just wanted to see you.

- Come on, help me comb Ali and Frowa. Take your stool, she told her with a playful smile.

Zephys climbed on the stool to reach Frowa and began to untangle the knots in her hair. The deer had to be in the best possible condition to be selected for the annual Aput races and bring home revenue. To be fast but also beautiful. The king himself chose the best each year, which was considered an honor but Zephys knew that Babba did not want to lose any of them.

When she saw the sun had risen high enough, she knew it was time to leave if she wanted to catch up. She murmured an excuse to Babba, who after a while hugged her tightly, and left for the village. Then, when she was away, she turned right and headed for the port. Her calves began to burn from the pressure as she ran down the raw hard soil of the lonely paths she had discovered to cross the road. She thought that her grandfather was there because he had told her that boats would come today and he used to observe them. Zephys loved those days when she had the opportunity to see something different from her daily unchanging routine.

She saw him sitting alone at the bay watching the ships mooring. The sailors tied the ropes to the bollards shouting at each other instructions and commands. The commotion had in her ears an enviable unusual liveliness. She sat next to her grandfather, sucking in the images of ships and people running up and down. She turned to him and saw him staring with his pipe in his hand. He loosely pointed to the crowd and said to her before going into himself again:

- They had more than a month to bring supplies and tomorrow they will set sail. Who knows when they will come back.

- Grandpa, how come you never wanted to travel by ship?

Still lost in daydreaming, he stared at her, acrobatic between memories and now. It was a short time before he answered.

- When I was little I traveled. At that time the hulls were coarser and the sea more dangerous. I thought my magic was enough to manage everywhere. After fifteen years of fighting the waves, I got tired. I longed for the village and the solid land. And I came back.

This was information that Zefis did not know. It was obvious that her grandfather longed for those years of youth when, free as the wind, he went from port to port and lived countless adventures. In her mind the life of the sailors was a magical dream, that as a girl she could never live.

- And you would not like to barge in again after so many years? Doesn't the sea call you, grandpa?

The old man knew the fire in Zephys's heart. That's why he never told her about his past at sea. It was a spark that had been growing for a long time even though she was a little girl. As much as her brothers and most of people in the village were happy with their lives, so much of his granddaughter had inherited his own longing to meet the foreign worlds that stretched across the sea. His own flame had become like the candle that fed it every time he saw the sailors in the harbor. If he was not so old, if he did not have a family and daily habits to keep him captive to the known, maybe he would have thoughts of leaving again. Now, however, his time was up, the fatigue was greater than any mood for adventure and he wanted his life to be stable. He was old…

- What I had to live in the sea, I have lived it. Now I am happy to set foot on the ground. My heart has a home and it is in the village. We must follow our heart, little one! Every time I followed it, I did not lose.

Zephys's eyes were full of colors, metal and unusual clothes. Our heart, her heart... her grandpa's heart was in the village, hers was traveling across the twin stones, across the ocean. Where people had other habits and magicians made fire and knew great magic that she would never learn.

At night, she couldn't sleep. Her brothers were snoring in the stillness of the night but it was not what was keeping her from sleep. Zephys was used to both their snoring and their stench. Her eyes were open looking across the sea and she was thinking only one thing: the ships are sailing tomorrow… The dawn, hidden among the ballast, followed, trembling with excitement, her heart…

Friday, March 18, 2022

Panic Room

- NO, said the realtor. Mr. Vassiliadis, you should not have pressed this button. This, as I explained to you, is the panic room of the villa. I have to call to get us out.

The realtor, a young woman in a ragged monochrome suit and bone glasses, hurriedly took out her cell phone and, trying to contain her agitation, explained the situation to the Center.

- Please come as soon as possible. We are waiting for you.

She looked professionally at her prospective client, a well-to-do man in his forties. If she could sell him the house, she could cover several holes that have been bothering her lately. It was a two-story old mansion that had been recently renovated and the panic room was a new addition. She went to show it to him almost proudly when he pressed the red button.

- Can you explain to me what happened? the man asked.

- We are locked in the room until we are released. Do not worry though, I have been notified. As you can see, this is a fairly large room with a small toilet, supplies and basic amenities for an emergency stay.

The realtor described the place, showing every detail she thought the buyer might like. But he seemed to care more about her.

- Are you always so professional? Doesn't it bother you that we have, as you said, excluded in here?

- It's my job, Mr. Vassiliadis. And it is a place that can save the life of its owner.

- I, if I were a young and beautiful woman locked in a small room with a man, might have seen the situation differently.

- How so?

- Like a little adventure. Maybe fate closed us here for some reason.

- You pressed the exclude button.

- Fate always uses someone to do its job.

The man approached her with a faint smile while his blue eyes looked like pulsating seas. The realtor turned her head to avert his gaze. She was sure his eyes were brown and not blue. Also, that the dizziness may have been related to claustrophobia, something that had never happened to her before.

- I think you misunderstood my behavior. I did not give you such a right, said the woman, watching his eye pupils become slits and his face grow longer and darker.

The man laughed when he saw her lose her color. His long forked tongue unfolded and touched her chin lightly.

- You did it on purpose, she cried as the world around her turned white.

- I need mothers for my children, she heard his voice from afar.

Rescuers had arrived when she began to gather herself. She was lying on the single bed opposite the door and Mr. Vassiliadis explained to them that she had fainted from claustrophobia. He was so human that the realtor could have challenged what happened if she had not experienced it.

- What are you; she asked him looking into his brown eyes, while all she wanted was to eat something very, very sweet.

Tuesday, February 8, 2022

leaf 157

4.7" x 7.9" (12 cm x 20 cm) - oils on stretched canvas

Autumn is my favorite season when it comes to colors. They are clear and specific and autumn is full of golds, reds, browns, greens and many more with uncounted variations. This leaf is a fair representative with its holes, a remnant of a season long gone.

Interested in my painting?  Check it HERE!

Thursday, February 3, 2022

rose mice 156

11.8" x 7/9" (30 cm x 20 cm) - oils on canvas panel

Small mice usually frightened us especially if found at home but these two little ones on a red rose seem so innocent and lovely.


Wednesday, February 2, 2022

mouse cheese 155

6" x 6" (15 cm x 15 cm) - oils on canvas panel

I am vegan so this small painting is dedicated in letting people know that mice prefer vegan cheese. 

If you are interested in my painting, you can check it HERE!

Tuesday, January 25, 2022

froggy 154

9.5" x 7" (24 cm x 18 cm) - oils on stretched canvas

It's my first frog. I must admit that although the flower and fingers and the rest of the body were smooth in painting, the head troubled me. But it's my first frog and it's always tough at first.

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