This is a blog intented to exhibit some of my sketches, my drawings and my view of life. It is not a selected work, it is a process, so you will mature with me along the way.

Αυτό το μπλογκ προορίζεται να παρουσιάσει μερικά από τα σχέδιά μου, τα σκίτσα μου και την οπτική γωνία που βλέπω τη ζωή. Δεν είναι επιλεγμένη δουλειά μου, είναι μια προοδευτική διαδικασία, έτσι που και εσείς θα ωριμάζετε μαζί μου στην πορεία

empty cup

it takes a while to put yourself in a piece of paper. And when you do it, its not always a big thing. It sometimes leaves you with a feeling of loss.
You lossed something that you put in paper.
But you cannot fill an full cup, so it is better this way

a line

a line is an expression.
Whether it is put in a table-cloth or in a canvas, its a line and expresses the moment. ask not for more from a mere line, ask for the truth that lies iside it, that is, the true identity of the hand that draws it

the little of forever

snowy morning glorifies the sun coming through my balcony,
leaving golden traces in the path of the smoke covering the ceiling.
what i've felt was lonely yet another taste makes it sweet
it is the habit that changes the way we see things.

a chair problem, pencil and marker on paper
























        • You make a chair. You design it a special way because Mr. Smith ordered it for his salon. And you, being a good worker, you design it according to assessed principles, like the width of Mr. Smith’s behind. So your chair becomes an exhibit at the gentleman’s salon. That is architecture for Private Individual.
        • Or on the other hand, you make a chair for the city and the municipality clinches it at a park. Years pass by and old ladies come to rest, there is someone who ties his shoelaces and pigeons make a use of it too. Dogs make their need at the legs and loved ones carve their names on. But it is still the same chair you made, about 10 years ago, and it is under the rain, the sun, the dust, dirty, and someone in great despair, broke a leg of it. That is public architecture.
        • But at some given moment, someone looks at it, and gazes at the magic moment of the conception of the idea or the greatness of a design. And thus takes it home, cleans it and puts it on a stand, with glass and ropes around it. People then say “oh it is indeed beautiful” That is museum architecture.

FACEii, watercolour, pencil, carchoal on paper
























Take the cloak from his face, and at first
Let the corpse do its worst!

How he lies in his rights of a man!
Death has done all death can.
And, absorbed in the new life he leads,
He recks not, he heeds
Nor his wrong nor my vengeance; both strike
On his senses alike,
And are lost in the solemn and strange
Surprise of the change.
Ha, what avails death to erase
His offence, my disgrace?
I would we were boys as of old
In the field, by the fold:
His outrage, God's patience, man's scorn
Were so easily borne!
I stand here now, he lies in his place:
Cover the face!
Robert Browning, After

Free Horse. Ink on paper



















A masters’ handiwork cannot be measured,

But still those priests wag their tongues explaining the “Way” and babbling about “Zen”.

This old monk has never cared for false piety,

And my nose wrinkles at the dark smell of incense before the Buddha.

Ikkyo, I hate incense


FACE, watercolour, pencil, carchoal on paper

Figure II. pencil, water colour, carchoal



It is nice to get a glimpse of a lady bathing –
You scrubbed your flower face and cleansed your lovely body
While this old monk sat in the hot water,
Feeling more blessed than even the emperor of China!
Ikkyu, A meal with fresh octopus

Figure I. pencil, water colour, carchoal

Although they are
only breath, words
which I command
are immortal.
Sappho, Although they are

naked form, pencil on paper

Awed by her splendor
stars near the lovely
moon cover their own
bright faces
when she
is roundest and lights
earth with her silver
Sappho, Awed by her splendor

Expression and freedom

what is a constant thought is the expression and freedom.
It is a dualism critical to every creator of anything, to any artist. Freedom and expression.
One tries to express himself in ways that recall the feeling of the receiver, the beholder, that there is something inner that wants to be set free. Not by deattachment but by turning the inner outwards.
And admitting that, is the first step. To nowhere specific, to the unknown. A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step.
Then, by acknowledging it we can begin the search of the way...