Trappist-1 solar system

Trappist-1 solar system with 7 Earth like planets that can harbor life, ball point pen drawing.

The anatomy of a flower

Today I've painted a flower with gineceum and adroceum, pistil and stamen.

The face of spring

This painting is about the emotions of spring. The rebirth of the nature and soul, the blossom 🌸, the beginning of a new cycle of life.

Yellow flower 🌷 and bee 🐝

Yellow flower 🌷 and bee 🐝, spring painting

Violet flower

This is my painting of a violet (Viola sp.), Sappho's favorite flower. I've also made a ball point pen drawing of this flower

Sad girl with violet tiara

Sad girl with violet tiata, ball point pen drawing

Sappho's girls

The poem below, written by Sappho has inspired me to make this ball point pen drawing

This is my song of maidens dear to me.
Eranna, a slight girl I counted thee,
When first I looked upon thy form and face,
Slim as a reed, and all devoid of grace.
But stately stature, grace and beauty came
Unto thee with the years — O, dost not shame
For this, Eranna, that thy pride hath grown
Therewith? Alas for thee ! I have not known
One beauty ever of more scornful mien,
As though thou wert of all earth's daughters queen!
Mnasidica is comelier, perchance,
Than my Gyrinna — ah, but sweetly rings
Gyrinna's matchless voice ! In rapture-trance
I listen, listen, while Gyrinna sings.
Hero of Gyara is fleet of foot
As fawns, and as light-footed in the dance,
The dance taught by the measures of my lute.
Ever-impassioned Gorgo! — is it strange
That I grow weary of the change on change
Of thine adored ones? — of thy rhapsodies
O'er each new girlfriend, while the old love dies?
Joy to thee, daughter of a princely race,
For thy last dear one! Lie in her embrace —
Till shines a new star on thy raptured eyes!
Fonder of maids thou art, I trow, than she.
The ghost who nightly steal young girls, to be
In Hades of her woeful company.
This is my fair girl-garden: sweet they grow —
Rose, violet, asphodel and lily's snow;
And which the sweetest is, I do not know;
For rosy arms and starry eyes are there.
Honey-sweet voices and cheeks passing fair.
And these shall men, I ween, remember long;
For these shall bloom for ever in my song.