My first exhibition...

the winner

One of my photos was exhibited!

Such joy for me! It was an unexpected gift...

I'll take things from the start. The city would be celebrating a week for the environment and the municipality held a competition for its citizens. The best photographs would be exhibited...

As you know, these days, I'm wondering around the city with Freeda, walking around and taking photographs. I decided to send six to the competition. I have hundreds of photographs and choosing some was difficult for me.

the winner exhibited

An e-mail came to my inbox, saying One of my pictures had won participation to the exhibition! I was filled with pride and joy!

All these years, I had been behind the scenes - the curator - organizing exhibitions for others. This was a first time I WAS  THE ARTIST! I was the only one who had sent a photo of the road for bicycles... I am thinking its a hommage for all the years I had been a cyclist in Athens...

This is really a big step for me. Stepping outside my comfort zone. Stepping into the unknown.

Out of the six photos I sent, I was wishing another one would get picked. It was a close up of two plants I frequently encounter in my walks. The lady said it was too advanced for the public... I don't know what that means, but I don't have any hard feelings. Besides, I can always exhibit it here, in my own blog, which I love!

my winner

There seems to be a lot going on these days, and I don't have enough hours to work on all the projects I have in my mind. Lets see if I can write the projects down!

I am translating part of a travelling book, from greek to english. Another first timer. It's not easy, but I am enjoying it. I'll write more on this when it is time.

I am helping with the setting up of a street party for the citys' open studios. Yesterday, just before the opening of the photography exhibition, my hands were covered in glue! I had so much fun and the colours were just invigorating!

I realised I am giving a chance to the artist that lives inside me. I have been unconsiously working on this for many years. I am giving the child inside me the chance to play. Play with colours, play with fabrics,, play with the camera. And it all gives me fruits. Fruits of happiness. I have been sad and unhappy for a long time. And now, I look back to the memory.

I used to be angry at Antonis for not paying enough attention to his art. But he was only my mirror. That is what he kept saying to me. "Don't look at me, look at your own suppressed artist." "Don't be angry at me, be angry at yourself, for not doing what you want to do." Such a teacher....

Now I am alone.
I have noone to blame.
I can only see myself.
I cannot save anyone.
I can only save myself.

Being alone is a gift I appreciate.
I just hope I wont mess it up.
I hope I can stay outside the box.
Where all the magic is....