Wine

My grocery store here on Hydra has a special display of the finest local wine.

 

Box and cat #1

 

Strange how cats really love boxes, as soon as I leave an empty paper box outside my house, one of the stray cats end up sleeping in it, no matter how small the box is. This morning Grisse, the gray cat that used to be terrified of people and never came near our house, he looked up from the small box with a look on his face that said "There you are, can I have some breakfast now please?".

Plakes Beach

 

I took part in painting this cabin at the Plakes Beach today. It's built from wooden crates that were used to ship some large bronze statues from the US.

My friend Michael was asked if he wanted to paint the cabin and Michael wanted me to come along. "Maybe you could paint a donkey" he said.

So this morning I took a boat to Plakes and Michael was already in full action, and I just added a donkey, a cat and some houses.

Terrace view

 

This is the view from our terrace, as it used to be before the eucalyptus trees in the valley grew up.

Eleni

 

Here's an old painting with the freighter Eleni in the foreground. The ship is gone from the harbour now but someone said she is being taken care of and one day she will be exhibited as a museum piece. We look forward to that.

Hydra Donkey Stamp Sheet

 

My contribution to Franticham's Fluxus Assembling Box No. 14, due in August 2011. Stamps based on one of my water colors.

Check out the assembling box here: www.redfoxpress.com

The clear blue waters in Kamini

 

This story is for Ludde, he and his son came to visit us on the island some years ago. This is one of many incidents...


The clear blue waters in Kamini

The washing machine had been so full,
some clothes were not even wet
after the wash.

My friend Ludde realized he had
both of his swimming trunks in there
and when his son wanted to go swimming
he grabbed the dry trunks from the machine
and they walked down to the cliffs in Kamini.

-Dad, move over here, the water is dirty
where you are, his son told him
when they got in the water.

Ludde moved but the strange bubbles
followed him.

Vassilis, the old Olympic Airways pilot,
who always swims here
and sunbathes on the cliffs,
was watching Ludde.

Seeing how the washing detergent
was coming out of Ludde’s trunks,
and the foam and the bubbles were
polluting the beautiful clear blue waters
in Kamini.