The goddess Isis

The goddess Isis, an acrylics on canvas painting and a drawing I've made on sunday

The cosmic tree of life

This drawing is a about life in the universe, the big plant that grows from the seed of life, rising it's branches to the galaxies while it's roots are deep inside the soil

A dream of love ❤ and a drawing

I wish I was in her arms, to feel her breath on my skin, to hear her whispers of love  ❤ in my year and then her soft kisses 💋.
I wish she was next to me, holding me so tight, loving me all night 🌃
I wish I cold feel her behind me, tall and strong as she is.
I've made this drawing wanting to love ❤ and be loved, dreaming of the love I cannot have, the love I am not allowed to have.
I've never meet her but I had many dreams of this tall woman with dark hair and blue eyes.

Tears in the desert

Tears in the desert, oil on canvas painting

Tears in desert

Like water thrown in the desert

 Tears of sadness and despair,

When nothing is fair

Wasted on a soil already dead, 

Where even the nature is bad

The tears of pain

Fall down like rain 

For the lives we've lost,

For all that remained in the past

I cannot stop crying

When I see the world dieing 

In a no happy ending story

 When I see the evil's victory

And the world is dominated by hate

Then I know it's to late

The portrait of the poet Sappho

The portrait of the poet Sappho, painting

The family 👪

This painting is about family, motherhood and the flame of life

Sappho's rose kissed by Aphrodite's red lips

Sappho's rose kissed by Aphrodite's red lips

23.01.2017
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Sappho's poem "The rose" has inspired me to make this painting of Aphrodite kissing 💋 the king of flowers.
You can read the poem below.

If Zeus1 chose us a King of the flowers in his mirth,

He would call to the rose and would royally crown it,

For the rose, ho, the rose! is the grace of the earth,

Is the light of the plants that are growing upon it.

For the rose, ho, the rose! is the eye of the flowers,

Is the blush of the meadows that feel themselves fair,--

Is the lightning of beauty, that strikes through the bowers

On pale lovers who sit in the glow unaware.

Ho, the rose breathes of love! ho, the rose, lifts the cup

To the red lips of Cypris10 invoked for a guest!

Ho, the rose, having curled its sweet leaves for the world,

Takes delight in the motion its petals keep up,

As they laugh to the Wind as it laughs from the west.