Without perspective

Heaven Knows I’m Miserable Now

In my life, why do I smile
At people who I'd much rather kick in the eye?

by The Smiths.

(Heaven Knows I’m Miserable Now)

 

Lust for life

 An illustration for broken youth.

Farewell

 Farewell to my old self. I care.

 

Thank you, next..

 

Soul vibrations

I feel the vibrations of your soul..

 

A liar man

 I love what comes out of doodling sometimes!

 

Manipulation

 Manipulation of the mind and spirit.

 

"Playing with my demons"

 

Shadow work - deep night vibes

"Ποσο διαρκει μια σκεψη; Η σκεψη ειναι πιο γρηγορη απο το φως;" How long does a thought last? Thought is faster than light?

Expired sobs

"Ληγμενοι λυγμοί που δεν θα βγουν ποτέ." Expired sobs that will never surface.

Instinct.

"Μα βασιλιας ολων, το ενστικτο. Δε λεει ποτε ψεματα. Ξερει τα παντα και προσποιειται οτι δε ξερει." But the king of all, instinct. He never lies. He knows everything and pretends that he doesn't. 

So discreet.

"Σαν αστερακι που ντρεπεται να φωτισει." Τοσο διακριτικος. 
I know some people with such a light in them but they are afraid to shine
This is for them. 

When dreams were still young

Once upon a time in Ireland where dreams were still young..

Grounded

Living in concrete jungles we forget who we are. 
We are people of the earth.
We need this energy to feel more centered and balanced. 
Surround yourself with nature for more quality life!

Flour sack exercise

The flour sack exercise will help you to understand and draw better animated poses. 
Do your research and practice to create poses and characters! I'm learning myself through
videos and tutorials. So I made these funny poses to practice!

Dark illustration

A part of an older dark illustration 
for a fanzine participation for Comicdom Con Athens.

Great nothing

When I was younger I loved to draw pictures or comic stories
inspired from lyrics and songs.This is an old illustration inspired 
from the lyrics from the greek song

Υπέροχο τίποτα - Τρύπες.

Ειν' αυτή η παγωνιά που ζεσταίνει το πρωινό μετά τη γιορτή  
τ' αλλόκοτο βλέμμα σου που δεν με χορταίνει  
κι η λέξη που κρατάς για το τέλος εσύ
Υπέροχο τίποτα η ανάσα σου ζαλίζει 
μα πάνω σου κρατιέμαι ζωντανός  
υπέροχο τίποτα η γλώσσα σου με σχίζει  
αφήνοντας σημάδια που δε σβήνει ο καιρός.

 

 

Future food

Who knows what the future brings about our food..
I still remember the smell of some fruits when I was kid 
and it was different than today.
If we are what we eat, be careful what you eat!

Bad signal monologue

Sometimes I can't find the words to express myself. 
Sometimes I feel like I'm from another planet.