About pink art, grown-up children, and chocolate making-

New photos of 'revisited' artwork.

Very happy with this little one. I was afraid of using this pink, but

it really turned out to be the best choice. There is so much gorgeous texture that has built up with

all the layers of acrylic and a few pieces of cut paper collaged under all the layers.

Here I used a very intense orange. I love the way it has an odd

sort of quality, like a strange, unfamiliar sound that makes your head turn.

The orange is fairly flat and 'manufactured', like some sort of industrial colour,

but the drawn parts of the artwork are soft and greyish and familiar.

Odd but lovable.

I tagged them on Etsy as 'urban primitive'- The 'primitive' coming from

using my memories to draw from.

The  shapes and forms are organic, and relate to

the human body and forms in landscape.

But the colours are definitely derived from 'urban' experiences-

Ok. On a different note, I have to tell you that the benefit of having older children around, is

that you can use them as models, and  have them cook too!

Rea made these :)( a Greek version ,I suppose, of 'eggs Benedict', with tomatoes and feta...)

And the little bowl, is a lovely purchase from Etsy! You can check it out here

And ,finally, my sweets, what is food and art, and how can children be children ,really, without chocolate?-

From the super lovely 'the Makers' , by Jennifer Causey- here

Hugs-

Annamaria Potamiti

New work-

Acrylic on wood- Daydreaming girl, but the actual title is 'making things happen'

I struggled with this one for a long time- I realise now that more often than not my* intuitive mind* is steps ahead of my* thinking mind*- I just have to learn to trust that- Making art then is truly a matter of exploring and inventing- a series of *unexpected events* not *things as usual*...

This one started off complete with little red riding hood and a big bad wolf, only to lose all the figures on the way and end up with just he bare shapes, which actually pleases me terribly-

This is playing- a favorite-

The desk is also a big favorite. It was made by my great-grandfather for my mother when she was a little girl.

He had it painted a very light blue which I might still paint it as well. Hmm.

When my great grandfather was a young, tall, handsome, blondish man (so I am told), he travelled in Northern Greece with a group of furniture makers. In a small town (which is now part of Bulgaria), he fell in love with a pretty, tiny woman who was a school teacher. When he asked her mothers' permission to marry her daughter, he was rejected, because he was *only a travelling craftsman*. So, he went to Istanbul and built himself a thriving furniture business which eventually became a factory.

He went back and married his sweetheart. They had six children. They lived until they were both over a hundred years old, and when he died she lay in bed and died a couple of months later.

So, I love this desk.

Hugs-