Photo of the day!

Photo of the day!

Two world/brands/sides

So, I now have two jewelry brands! The one is "Daily Art by Angelina", cute little colorful jewelry amd accessories. The other one that's coming really really soon is "Psycho Trinkets", a brand with psychobilly inspired jewelry, full of happy skulls and bloody knives!

"Society dear, think twice!"

Note: This post maybe generalises a little bit, but these are my thoughts and I wanted to express them as usual.

My mother was raised by her own mother which was all about being nice, don't be a burden to others, act nice in public, help others, being a good person. The truth is that at some point we started realising (and mostly myself as I was growing up) that grandma was all about herself, she was saying she was taking daily care of others and her household for others but she clearly was doing it for herself so everything was the way she wanted to be. Plus, till today, if you listen to her she mostly says bad things about others and she's maybe the most camouflaged egocentric person I know.
I grew up in a small town where appearances were everything. Something is good if it looks good. For example, I know a couple of families that were quite abusive with their children, but they aways looked good on the outside, they seemed respectful, so they are treated as good people.
And in if you take a look around in your daily life, you're going to find plenty of examples of well respected (by the society we live in) people who don't deserve much respect.
Let me give you one more, quite humorous, example. Because I've always had boyfriends who were "good guys" and they turned up to be not so good people I always say that I want the next guy to be a bad guy, someone maybe not so respected for the standards of society (some think I'm kidding about it,  ut I actually don't).
You see, it's the same thing; appearances deceive, many times those who look like good and people on the outside are not so good if you take a look closer.
And respect from the society only means that you have a nice cover, doesn't mean you truly are worth of respect or that you are a good human being.
So, lessons learned I have started noticing more the "souls" and all the small things that people around me do and have mamaged to have a couple people around me that they're so worth of being around and being loved, no matter what they would be for the popular standards.

"The playground" (a story)

He was blonde, tall and he was my boyfriend. It wasn't love at first sight and actually,  when I first met him, I wasn't so sure I liked him. But we got to know each other. He was smart, we had a great time together, and it wasn't long before we fell in love.
Oh, I was so much in love and there was so much passion between us. I had finally found a man to make that connection I always wanted!
Days, weeks, and months passed, until one day he told me that he was thinking of going to his hometown for a few days, to visit his parents. And he wanted me to go with him.
Ok, I was a little nervous about meeting his parents, but still, after a couple of days we had a very nice trip to his hometown.
I liked the place a lot, there was nature all around, trees, flowers, everything! And everyone was really nice to me. We had such a good time, we were going on small roadtrips, we were talking long walks.
Oh, I still remember that one day that we took a walk, we saw the sunset, and we played on a playground that was under construction, but the old swings were still up. Afterwards we sat in small cafe and had ice cream! That was a great day, except the moment that my boyfriend's ex-girlfriend passed by. She stoppes to say "hi" and I think that he didn't want me to meet her for some reason. Well, the truth is she wasn't so friendly to me, but I think this was logical, you never like the ex's next lover. Whatever.
After that day nice day, we were planning on staying for two more days in the town. The next day there was a party in the neighbour's house. We had a good time. But close to midnight my boyfriend's ex came. And after a while I  found them arguing in the kitchen. I started realizing that something was quite wrong with her after all. Maybe she was still in love with him? Maybe there was something he wasn't telling me? I couldn't help myself and I asked him and so we had our first fight. And it was a big one. 
I left the party crying. I went to the playground,  to try to calm myself. The old swings were still up. I thought of the previous day, when we had so much fun....
And I still remember it. Because you see, you can never know what someonw has on its mind or what an ex might think and do. And some people do bad things and harm others. And some kill, for their own reasons. You only have to be in the right spot, in the right time. Like I did.
And I'm still there. I can't play on the swings anymore, but I'm always going to be next to them!

My mind

My mind.

Well, my mind is heaven and hell. My mind creates beauty, images and art so quickly. My mind tells me that I'm in danger, that this and that are going to harm me if I don't do certain acts. Compulsions protect me, that's what my mind tells me.

My mind usually wins. 

It wins in creation and in paranoia as well. 

There are good days and bad days. Maybe really good ones and a few that are very bad.

y mind is able to imagine whole worlds within minutes. If you give it a phrase it will create an image in seconds. And in the same time it can get stuck for days, weeks, months on a tiny stain or a source of dirt or germs. I'm in danger it says.

That's what the devil inside there says. And the angel answers that I should follow logic, the logical way of thinking. And yes, my obsessions are kind of related to my imagination and my creation. Because when I create I have a certain amount of control over my thoughts and I'm balancing the bad and negative ones.

I love my mind, except from when it makes me reach my limits. What am I doing then? 

Well, I; still trying o figure this one out. Maybe I should stand my ground when it stops cooperating with me. 

You see, sometimes, my so full of imagination mind turns against me.

Flashback (no.5)

Flashback (no.4)

A photo of a coffee addict.

Beauty & Beasts

So, I like creating art, watching crime series and documentaries (oh, those with the dramatization) and listening to something while I'm working.
And it still amazes me how I can combine beauty and beasts, creating something pleasant to the eyes, while in the same time listening to horrible real life stories about crimes.
Maybe it's some kind of filtering after all....

The beautiful lives of others

I have a great imagination. And I use it a lot.
For example, when I'm thinking about people I don't know very well or people I have just met, or others that I know but we're not the closest of friends, I have the tendency to imagine that they have these wonderful,  beautiful lives, always better and more interesting than mine.
Others have more fun in their daily lives.
Others flirt more and they have more people interested in them.
Others always have more friends.
Others are always more active and do more things throughout their every day.
Others.....have these great lives....but again, do they?
After all each one of us tries his/her best to learn how to have a good life, make the most of it and be happy. And like mine, all the other lives are quite the same, with ups and downs. And probably there are no fireworks and confetti all the time. Cause after all that's the way life is. Right, my dear imagination?

I realised we should.....

....choose our lovers/boyfriends/lovers for who they are, for their souls and not the numbers in their bank accounts or because we want to impress/satisfy the others around us

....not give a damn about what others and "society are going to think about us, the things we do and our choices

....accept who we are because it might be a cliche but yes, each one of us is unique and beautiful (and being different from each other or different from the norms makes us even more beautiful)

.....make piece peace with the fact that we can control only a few (oh, very few!) things in life

.....think twice before we talk badly about someone

....have faith, because in the end of the day/week/month/adventure/problem, chances are that something (even the smallest thing) good is going to happen!

"Boo!" (a self-portrait)

"Be like Jean"

The other day I was reading this comic book (X-Men's "What is... the power?" of May 1969), 

until I reached page seven. 

When Jean is attacked, falls down and passes out like a pin up girl, with grace, and afterwards when she's ready to go into battle again everyone admires her for her will and strength.

I thought..."What an example! Be like Jean girls!". Hahaha!

Oh, the girls of the 60's!

"Halloween" (a photo)

"Pink, white & a pinch of black"

Photo of the day!

A skull with a leaves crown

Photo of the day!

"The Silver Ribbons" (a story)

One night I found myself on the shore. A beautiful sea was standing in front of me. The moon was making her seem like silver. I couldn't resist. 

I started walking towards the water. The first drops touched my legs. I shivered. Not frozen, but really cold, the water made me hesitate for a moment. Only for one moment. I continued walking.
The cold water made me feel like tiny creatures were touching my skin. But I couldn't stop walking towards the sea. Until I found myself inside the water, up to my waist.
The sea had a silver coat of moonlight upon it. Out of a sudden a ribbon left the surface of water, dived inside it and caught my leg, by the ankle. The natural thing to do was to try to free myself, but I didn't. The ribbon started drawing me towards the buttom of the sea. I now was inside the water from head to toe. I tried to hold my breath, but I couldn't manage it for long. I opened my mouth a little amd my nostrils filled with water.
"How could I breath underwater?"
I couldn't understand the why, but I could breath as if I was still on the shore.
The ribbon kept pulling me further and further towards the bottom of the sea.
I noticed that the light that was coming from the sky had changed. It seemed it was no longer night, the sun was up. Everything around me was blur. Rays of sunlight were reaching the bottom of the sea. They were creating shades of gold, yellow, blue and green.
The ribbon suddenly stopped.  I placed both my feet on the sand and looked around.  There was nothing near me. But I felt like someone was watching me. I turned around amd there she was.
She was petite. Her skin was so fair, almosr transparent, and her eyes were light green. Her hair were like made of ribbons; silver ones.
She came closer to me, she leaned even closer, she kissed me.
And then I couldn't breath anymore.

"The seawater in my blood"

In life, you try to find your roots. 

Part of mine come from the sea. My grandpa's ancestry was from the island of Andros. 

As I grow up, I feel like my blood is running inside my veins a little bit faster when I' m close to the sea, when I look at her or swim inside her....

Sometimes I stand still and look at the sea, watching all the shades of blue, green and grey that appear on it. The silver cover that the sun and the moon can paint on it! 

And it feels like home....

"Frosted light" (a photo)

Photo of the day!

A selfie with the sky!

"Sea & Sky" (a photo)

Project no.11: "Sitting Art"

"Confetti lights" (a photo)