Her lips

A new red pen drawing of her lips, the soft lips I wish I could kiss

With her in abeautiful morning

I've made this drawing in 2005 imagining I am with a beautiful mature and strong woman in the morning light after one night spent together and she is watching the modern city with it's metal and glass buildings rising from the blue ocean.
The image below is the old version of this drawing, a drawing I've made by the year 2000, when I was 14.

Catch the rain

It's so easy to convince yourself you're in love, you know for sure
But true love can be like falling rain, from a drop to a splash on the floor
I made this drawing in 2006 inspired by the lyrics of the song "Catch the rain" by Lili Sandu.

A heart

This is how most people would draw a heart...

...and this is the way I draw it and the way it looks like in reality, totally different from the symmetrical figure above that looks like a leaf, a female ass or anything else but not a human heart. I don't understand why that shape is considered a heart and associated with love. 

Leda and the swan

This is my pencil drawing of Leda and Zeus as a swan, a drawing I’ve made yesterday

Zeus became a swan to be with Leda, the daughter of the king Testios of Etolia. Zeus and Leda had 4 children who came out of the swan’s eggs : the twins Castor and Pollux, Clytimenstra and Elena.

Some say the swan was a male but the legend says this swan could make eggs. How can a male swan make eggs?

Maybe the ancient Greeks knew that in birds the females have the XY sex chromosomes, while males have XX. In this legend Zeus was the mother and Leda was the father, so the roles were reverted.

Jupiter seen from one of it’s moons

My painting of Jupiter the way I imagine it can be seen from one of it’s mooms

Sappho and the girl who left the island

This is my pen drawing of Sappho and one of the young girls who had to leave the island, a drawing inspired from Sappho’s poem No word.

Sappho – No word

I have had not one word from her
Frankly I wish I were dead.
When she left, she wept
a great deal; she said to
me, ``This parting must be
endured, Sappho. I go unwillingly.''
I said, ``Go, and be happy
but remember (you know
well) whom you leave shackled by love
``If you forget me, think
of our gifts to Aphrodite
and all the loveliness that we shared
``all the violet tiaras,
braided rosebuds, dill and
crocus twined around your young neck
``myrrh poured on your head
and on soft mats girls with
all that they most wished for beside them
``while no voices chanted
choruses without ours,
no woodlot bloomed in spring without song...''
Sappho