Simply Amazing!

Flowers

Pencil: 9x12 inches

 We tend to forget that happiness doesn't come as a result of getting something we don't have, but rather of recognizing and appreciating what we do have.  
 ~Frederick Keonig~

My corner

This big table from IKEA has a history. It accompanied my son when he went to university and for 4 years he did his assignments and his computer rested on it. Then it was my daughter's turn and for another 4 years it was faithfully moved half a dozen times to the different apartments next to her university until she finished too. She too, did her assignments on it, drew, wrote essays and her computer was in the middle of it.

And now, that both my children are not at home anymore, this well used table became my corner of inspiration where I paint and draw...Ziniania's corner.

Winterlude 2012 (Ottawa)

Photo:Ziniania

Photo:Ziniania

Photo:Ziniania (7.8 kilometre Rideau Canal skateway)

Photo:Ziniania( Rideau Canal,The world's largest skating rink)

Photo:Ziniania 

Photo:Ziniania

Photo:Ziniania

Photo:Ziniania

Photo:Ziniania

Photo:Ziniania

Photo: Ziniania

photo:Ziniania (1st Place)

Photo:Ziniania

Photo: Ziniania

Photo:Ziniania

A painting and a poem

water colors 9x6 inches

Candles

The days of our future stand in front of us
like a row of little lit candles --
golden, warm, and lively little candles.

The days past remain behind us,
a mournful line of extinguished candles;
the ones nearest are still smoking,
cold candles, melted, and bent.

I do not want to look at them; their form saddens me,
and it saddens me to recall their first light.
I look ahead at my lit candles.

I do not want to turn back, lest I see and shudder
at how fast the dark line lengthens,
at how fast the extinguished candles multiply.

Constantine P. Cavafy (1899)

 

Κεριά

Του μέλλοντος η μέρες στέκοντ' εμπροστά μας
σα μια σειρά κεράκια αναμένα --
χρυσά, ζεστά, και ζωηρά κεράκια.

Η περασμένες μέρες πίσω μένουν,
μια θλιβερή γραμμή κεριών σβυσμένων·
τα πιο κοντά βγάζουν καπνόν ακόμη,
κρύα κεριά, λυωμένα, και κυρτά.

Δεν θέλω να τα βλέπω· με λυπεί η μορφή των,
και με λυπεί το πρώτο φως των να θυμούμαι.
Εμπρός κυττάζω τ' αναμμένα μου κεριά.

Δεν θέλω να γυρίσω να μη διώ και φρίξω
τι γρήγορα που η σκοτεινή γραμμή μακραίνει,
τι γρήγορα που τα σβηστά κεριά πληθαίνουν.

Κωνσταντίνος Π. Καβάφης (1899)

An easygoing musician!

I just admire people like that, when they can overcome an embarrassing situation with grace!

Bluebird

Ink and watercolors 8x10 inches

Kyr Andonis (Mr Andonis) Melina Merkouri and Hadjidakis

Kyr Andonis (Mr Andonis)

 

It's been a long time that Mr Andonis was living in the yard

with a bed and a jug of wine

He had two blue eyes and uncombed hair

and he was always wearing a flower

on his old clothes

 

Oh Mr Andoni how much we love you

and we count the stars with you

the fires for you we jump

until the rain comes

and we always forget about your sorrow

and we wander with you around like birds

We laugh with you like little kids

when you pray....

 

But Mr Andonis is in a hurry to go to sleep

because at night in his dreams

he wants to remember

what he has never lived,

He lives in his dreams

but the night goes and the break of the day finds him sad

 

Oh Mr Andoni how much we love you

and we count the stars with you

until the rain comes

and we always forget about your sorrow

and we wander with you around like birds

We laugh with you like little kids

when you pray....

 

But one night Mr Andonis goes to bed

and when we wake up

we wait for him to come to the door

But Mr Andonis won't come out, ever in the yard

since forever in his dreams he wanted to live ......