Saturday, March 7, 2015

Thirty Days in Athens- Day 9- Seeing, but not everything

 I drew from memory a Roma mother with three sons, that I saw in the metro earlier this afternoon. Yesterday, I came across another Roma family with a toddler having a tantrum next to a kiosk. She was wailing but it was pretty obvious that the tears were fury at her parents for not buying her some treat or other. As I walked on there was a woman glaring at the scene from inside a small car. On the car's door there was a sign : 'For the parents whose eyes see everything'.  (I am absolutely certain I was not that kind of parent)

Monday, March 2, 2015

Thirty Days in Athens- Day 8- Three, quite different, women.

                                           In a coffee shop next to a hospital, one woman with a serious, blank face sat motionless. At the next table, a woman with a wooly scarf was talking very efficiently and articulately on her phone, possibly to a doctor. I couldn't hear exactly what she was saying but I knew she was taking care of things. All things. (I always longed to be that kind of woman)

Friday, February 27, 2015

Thirty Days in Athens- Day 6- Divine intervention in the digital age-

'She' had gone out on a few sweet dates. She had thought things were getting serious,
but she accidentally (did Hermes interfere?) came across the boyfriend's (troll) blog,
 where he was 'bitching' about the dates! A series of nasty text messages followed, which she was reading out loud over Greek coffee. The  three girlfriends (chorus) gave her their full attention , only once in a while exclaiming in anger and disbelief, and sometimes enriching the story with tit bits of their own.

Thursday, February 26, 2015

Thirty days in Athens- Day 5- A place for art, and backgammon.

Sunny Wednesday- We pass by this small shop quite often. No matter what the weather, the owner is playing backgammon with some person or other. After I finished this little drawing I passed by again, and there was a long canvas with a reclining female nude on the sidewalk . The 'specials' of the day were displayed on the owner's parked car. 

Wednesday, February 25, 2015

Thirty days in Athens- Day 4- In the kitchen

Tuesday evening- N. is washing up after dinner, and I get to draw. I need to remember to write clearly.

Tuesday, February 24, 2015

Day 3- Ash Monday

Ash Monday- It was sufficiently windy to fly a kite
(if you were talented in flying kites, which we were not)
We watched, and took photos.

Monday, February 23, 2015

Thirty Days in Athens- 2

Day 2- Sunday late afternoon. Athens is quiet, the sky is grey, and there is a constant trickling of rain.
N. & I sat at Starbucks, we had coffee and late lunch. I drew and thought about the future of my blog.
N. thought about politics.
We are all thinking about politics.

Sunday, February 22, 2015

Thirty days in Athens-

My dear friends, please forgive me for having been so neglectful. I have been wanting to return to this space that I do love, but perhaps in a different format, I am in a playful mood (of sorts). I am also rather uncertain of how this will work out (and just uncertain overall), so I decided to begin small, and commit to a daily drawing for thirty days only, keeping something of a visual journal. This is a small drawing, drawn from memory, with a thin Sharpie.  Here goes.-

'Saturday evening. Lovely dinner with L. and A. at their house. My friend L. makes the best pies, and
the most wonderful bread. A. told us stories about his childhood in Egypt, and his career as a pilot.'