tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-226603942024-03-07T09:57:15.500-08:00Voliotisa's ArtsAn aray of words, images- still and moving, pictures sprinkled with ideas, reflection, and wishful thinkingVoliotisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17698199020674304006noreply@blogger.comBlogger41125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22660394.post-24770219511417237962017-06-04T07:10:00.001-07:002017-06-04T07:12:34.120-07:00identity CrisisI am going to start recording vignettes of my mom and dad's life on this day 6/4/2017.<br />
I believe my parents had a serious identity crisis! their names for instance. Mom's name Esther, sufficed for seven years in Ioannina, Greece-her birthplace. Esther or Esthir (phonetically) Mosios is the name she knew. She was called Roula from Estheroula in Volos, Greece at 7 years of age.<br />
My dad was a "traveling salesman". His name was Moisi (morris) Negrin, yet his customers knew him as Elias Hlias.<br />
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will elaborate on this often, begging your patience, with your permission, as I am on a quest to realize my own struggle for identity!<br />
<br />Voliotisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17698199020674304006noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22660394.post-33668366756164902152010-11-08T04:23:00.000-08:002010-11-08T04:26:47.228-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhamj9ue5Biv_VyjgZSwJEmm8topt7WQXpiRXLqMutESQwUK-dfy3DH1TcBvJ58mdRTeWu0CRqSRYNmJgzKXXisG-k6SjOdo7Kcta0kuak90KRUpCKess23Th8HXQUYBsfftHvb/s1600/3+ballerinas.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 261px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhamj9ue5Biv_VyjgZSwJEmm8topt7WQXpiRXLqMutESQwUK-dfy3DH1TcBvJ58mdRTeWu0CRqSRYNmJgzKXXisG-k6SjOdo7Kcta0kuak90KRUpCKess23Th8HXQUYBsfftHvb/s320/3+ballerinas.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537153776396625970" border="0" /></a>Voliotisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17698199020674304006noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22660394.post-24648288615429138012010-11-08T04:18:00.000-08:002010-11-08T04:23:34.171-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiamRBN6h3e5SyP8HtScQ4EXCRfmN8CKq_EXAfAyO8Oj4XP9G6u0qJEXtW_gt_55NDnARbAEw5Yz39XyTrT2oud7B5O8dJERAClfMdl8vyWxDUyCsgxuwN9HEQ4nJjIU8OB3n7A/s1600/(+love+my+dog013.jpg"><img style="display: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 216px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414724958731047794" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifpPX8rGGQeCPHfsPEzykEnYYfMUeF9J9D7B15mO6y8UcVNjNP8PEY71Ozo5sPi9XyoBCUknyQAiWtSFSZqs_rEKYx8IW90Ay2kmn9TZVYKGzYA3hyphenhyphenEKFOm-lVeBaGrtE3Q9px/s320/peace+on+earth5.JPG" /></a><br />These are my holiday cards using acrylic on colored card paper created for family and friends.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Voliotisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17698199020674304006noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22660394.post-49875789387433540542008-09-17T03:54:00.000-07:002008-09-17T04:02:42.841-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKZngH-UFWXB_hInVde72UrJYmsps0vzaCLhmiKLtEJ1PJt7ovFKE_vDHKhuZv3kdXBoLclfJgrke2YDPKCNHxSvbb_P9O_mjr24u7NswKEqSG3WGO10MzukkOeQwkSDYZuXgO/s1600-h/Newlywed+001.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246943971744931474" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNyCvA_02h6Rm4MChp598I92e7zQVRXjknvX8QNubHzIvdFg6KUihF7CeQeby7QzWyLU5l27AZTPBMmM7QvS9uuqH_QjGtl-vTuVdEdmUNSSvIZPZavd9jJbzIlCI-ff7O3hVI/s320/bride+%26+groom+-+lets+do+it+001.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8VO2F_XjCXyIPy_keQ_OKVmX6yRhFp0MGeSvzHD5FkVJJI8mDa2n-QiHuqNK_PfOoiULY72eobGqada0oh7HNERq95ey0_ya5NZlhMjy80bFB74CRovI9NBCoXAp1t1agGAoe/s1600-h/the+reluctant+groom+001.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246943060122771762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8VO2F_XjCXyIPy_keQ_OKVmX6yRhFp0MGeSvzHD5FkVJJI8mDa2n-QiHuqNK_PfOoiULY72eobGqada0oh7HNERq95ey0_ya5NZlhMjy80bFB74CRovI9NBCoXAp1t1agGAoe/s320/the+reluctant+groom+001.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnDZUjSDIbMjUyWQmoQRt2tSsN78JpopaZADOoDJIyR4nrBk1amRA06YBfcgjvhuO7g-HLTZ5Fnx8W6ghVhxru_jC_gEzJ2j9_PUM3-6wzG32MBYTvYwd-e8fX4lqAp-HG8ZXd/s1600-h/The+happies+001.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246942853031588850" style="FLOAT: right; 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MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXX4tPdbuj9d5P-LHPykEpTqK_N_RhAaiH4e6SAzraRIppnmZ37Ettbw8TcoxNisLguRSW9ptYy9wqfX4N3_48hg_gvJvKgSuemZsabpI-QQNqlnNMNuS4-7rWtdjt5ABDz8yJ/s320/just+married+001.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>I have been inspired by two and have produced the following. </div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Voliotisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17698199020674304006noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22660394.post-30734194493576528912008-06-19T05:12:00.000-07:002008-06-19T05:14:45.999-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsr7aUwmqd9Wa0-o7HVe5JpObTbVG_4Nfggvd2fDFFSYtcClmGDdJsViPc5Sh6J7lUMMB5sznH6pRys2YoUmQ-sF1pZ0sMBUCIT-cupGgabKxFsf7A_mHkZn0kArNRpFlyjnfj/s1600-h/vangoghish-renoirish+floral.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213564613359718514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsr7aUwmqd9Wa0-o7HVe5JpObTbVG_4Nfggvd2fDFFSYtcClmGDdJsViPc5Sh6J7lUMMB5sznH6pRys2YoUmQ-sF1pZ0sMBUCIT-cupGgabKxFsf7A_mHkZn0kArNRpFlyjnfj/s320/vangoghish-renoirish+floral.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br />my floral, acrylic sunflowers in vase partly snapped with my cell directly from canvasVoliotisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17698199020674304006noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22660394.post-60726987436734629662008-06-18T03:02:00.000-07:002008-06-18T03:29:39.686-07:00I have been away for awhile but have actually been busy creating my art. I have been thinking of the blog lately, must admit that I've missed being here. I'm posting some of myacrylic paintings and one imposter, guess which one. I started working with acrylics when I purchased a new computer and didn't have all my graphic programs installed and found I love the medium. Yes, I admit I am an acrylic lover!! Below are some of my stories in art, 1) the sunflowers for my friend's special birthday 2) my mixed admiration, love and coming to terms with the horse 3) The most freedom one can experience riding on a horse and the history telling of its contribution to mankind and every country really but this one depicting a rider in the USA, and last but not least the universal love of a mother and child. Which one is rendered in Painter? Stay tuned I have just begun!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9VQAYxlx9aZsJ36AHW9QFoJTogE8g2IFh5OaysTdfR88MpaDvLKgW4Ye5WTAloCPX1xSk0dvW9AAdQoU7ma9hYfE6gguHoYgv6OSmv76PPDAXB89Z_Mv9bq7MJmVZtg6lpeu5/s1600-h/my+suns+full+bloom+001.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213162048069759154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9VQAYxlx9aZsJ36AHW9QFoJTogE8g2IFh5OaysTdfR88MpaDvLKgW4Ye5WTAloCPX1xSk0dvW9AAdQoU7ma9hYfE6gguHoYgv6OSmv76PPDAXB89Z_Mv9bq7MJmVZtg6lpeu5/s320/my+suns+full+bloom+001.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhs7UrghzHOmM5eDiYgyXaXnYpHxLbfZ7Q9G9Hnko-gLlS63cWAVTl4SwTT7srcexxWau0SzDmHipNXgSdQjYbDChO65zUn8-9dqPY-HZ8ktpm3kDZlAtGf9zNYYnrfUKgmSwwt/s1600-h/My+Mare+%26+I+001.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213162059537783522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhs7UrghzHOmM5eDiYgyXaXnYpHxLbfZ7Q9G9Hnko-gLlS63cWAVTl4SwTT7srcexxWau0SzDmHipNXgSdQjYbDChO65zUn8-9dqPY-HZ8ktpm3kDZlAtGf9zNYYnrfUKgmSwwt/s320/My+Mare+%26+I+001.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimF6gn6c2qm-Rs_GAq92K9FWpYuIZxR0zeVs9PK3mUU_ecStVixnqEqKKxB8BTvliFw-9ncr-5vQ4o61zFXbvanrjwvd1Bk9fAAJ6ZA6NlJQ06E7srko5iLeqM38N00Yelh_cU/s1600-h/paul+revere+001.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213162063248395074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimF6gn6c2qm-Rs_GAq92K9FWpYuIZxR0zeVs9PK3mUU_ecStVixnqEqKKxB8BTvliFw-9ncr-5vQ4o61zFXbvanrjwvd1Bk9fAAJ6ZA6NlJQ06E7srko5iLeqM38N00Yelh_cU/s320/paul+revere+001.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRlz1J8P-TBQNJJSBb22lTbVOGBAoe3mp5-vpSFiEL-jS6_3WPZfc-mOMKHx4HuHm8OF9oQamcbgDGmS-OaXnPxfWAX16ZcWu1NMfRK_9uiAcCeLCLIOOxZeXB106zw9Y6n6tV/s1600-h/mommy&baby+girl+001.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213160533419145698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRlz1J8P-TBQNJJSBb22lTbVOGBAoe3mp5-vpSFiEL-jS6_3WPZfc-mOMKHx4HuHm8OF9oQamcbgDGmS-OaXnPxfWAX16ZcWu1NMfRK_9uiAcCeLCLIOOxZeXB106zw9Y6n6tV/s320/mommy&baby+girl+001.jpg" border="0" /></a>Voliotisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17698199020674304006noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22660394.post-35463862522425279962007-05-28T10:05:00.000-07:002007-05-28T10:16:58.458-07:00Right about here I revisited something a started a while back, and decided to finish it for what it's worth so, take a look:<br /><br /><object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/R0pFPlqiVZc"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/R0pFPlqiVZc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"></embed></object>Voliotisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17698199020674304006noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22660394.post-43904981572562017272007-05-24T17:47:00.001-07:002007-05-24T17:47:26.553-07:00<object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_qcca8LYdi0"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_qcca8LYdi0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"></embed></object>Voliotisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17698199020674304006noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22660394.post-37896274441255407602007-02-24T06:51:00.000-08:002007-02-24T06:57:43.424-08:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2fgubtSfrJOoAi-uaC-wnW_yD1tegrl9tfwEXpgjVcURjrX74SQUyebx0_O9qyLZThbsYhentj7JItTuWYOAswg_nae3dupsguCNRW6YfoYK1K4wfqV-tBrn8KkOThfYmJqO0/s1600-h/the+elephant.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2fgubtSfrJOoAi-uaC-wnW_yD1tegrl9tfwEXpgjVcURjrX74SQUyebx0_O9qyLZThbsYhentj7JItTuWYOAswg_nae3dupsguCNRW6YfoYK1K4wfqV-tBrn8KkOThfYmJqO0/s320/the+elephant.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035113989703353250" /></a><br />-------------<br /><br /><br /><br />Elephant (My Story)<br /><br /><br />You can find me in the circus, I protest!<br />You can find me in the desert and the jungles<br />That’s the best!<br />In Africa and India I Rule!<br /><br />Once the fools displayed me at the zoo<br />Alas, they saw the light -<br />They placed me in a conservation park…<br />At least there I roam around in simulated manmade freedom.<br /><br />It’s safe to say they finally saw my beauty<br />They’re not trying to hunt me<br />For my lovely ivory tusks <br />They’re luminous and spiffy I’ll agree, <br />But they’re attached to ME!<br /><br />Things are getting better all around - I hope and pray.<br />Look for me, I’m a survivor and still standing proud and free!<br />But if you fail to find me in all of the above<br />Look for me in still and moving pictures <br />Of those who had the courage to find me in my turf <br />Just take my picture, but <br />Leave me here happy to be alive and FREE! <br /><br /><br />By Anna (voliotisa's arts.©Voliotisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17698199020674304006noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22660394.post-68257866803207460442007-02-15T03:49:00.000-08:002007-02-16T04:27:41.912-08:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhk0udhQ00_TgQs-abOi2UNrCCEwvYL7ho8ki7T1SArHNOz703Gxr7Cf7zIabYGlKvQRhlTexeJWmfOQ8u3KvjaSJz688NjlvE0iT_bw5aP7hAV4VKcyDWerepfTckdq0l2tvgS/s1600-h/frida+is+gone.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhk0udhQ00_TgQs-abOi2UNrCCEwvYL7ho8ki7T1SArHNOz703Gxr7Cf7zIabYGlKvQRhlTexeJWmfOQ8u3KvjaSJz688NjlvE0iT_bw5aP7hAV4VKcyDWerepfTckdq0l2tvgS/s320/frida+is+gone.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032107587925665090" /></a><br />My Little Frida<br /><br />How can I describe my little Frida?<br />Inquisitive, Temperamental, <br />Perhaps the best way is Independent <br />Always alert and oriented - and<br />That’s to say the least<br />Personality plus <br />Of distinct and discrete caliber<br />One in a million?<br />A million to one?<br />I struggle to find fitness in my description<br />The following is but a weak try:<br /><br />She flew into my heart the day Diego left her<br />I’m sure by just bad luck and not intent<br />She’s occupied a big place in my heart thereafter<br />My love destined to grow as big as her persona.<br /><br />That persona is marked by her eclectic style<br />I’m sure to match her namesake “Frida Kahlo” -<br />Never familiar, anything but the usual stuff<br />She’s not a Bird but rather a Grand Lady<br />Endowed with the intrigue, beauty and unpredictability <br />Only a Lady can possess and get away with<br /><br />My Frida’s spirit has grown and I suspect will keep on growing<br />Forever she is Diego’s, but Casper, her new mate, he sees her worth<br />And keeps on trying to possess her<br />Because he too can see A Lady such as Frida<br />Is hard to fly by in a Lifetime, be it for Birds <br />Or Humans alike to behold and cherish <br />We all strive to please and impress her with delight. <br /> <br /><br />By Anna Angelou<br />Written w/love For Frida my pet forever!<br />~~~~~~<br />Aftermath:<br />On 12:25 a.m. February 13/14 2007, Frida gently lay down her wings<br />& passed away <br />Although I feel she knew I stood there with her till the end<br />She slipped into a place we cannot see <br />But her legacy forever remains here with us<br />She was a twig but left a shadow<br />A giant would relish to possessVoliotisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17698199020674304006noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22660394.post-14045918654132255642007-02-07T05:26:00.000-08:002007-02-07T05:30:03.688-08:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhi8Ww2KZvpxbzS-kZel5pEAUNpQVpoauxGkymkfybHACjf3Gto0s-2boANHe5A1_YOuk782Gzd7gOcZZutcvtiLYVb6l6rsP-9CnJyoRm-jPU_JdoDtP8LxhCiJ2vIbYqgMiAa/s1600-h/Hearts+entwinedJPG.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhi8Ww2KZvpxbzS-kZel5pEAUNpQVpoauxGkymkfybHACjf3Gto0s-2boANHe5A1_YOuk782Gzd7gOcZZutcvtiLYVb6l6rsP-9CnJyoRm-jPU_JdoDtP8LxhCiJ2vIbYqgMiAa/s320/Hearts+entwinedJPG.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028783837135072594" /></a><br /><br />Day of the Heart<br /><br />One day each year we all await to bring the love <br />To us we so richly deserve<br />We look for proof that we belong<br />To those we hold so dearly above all.<br /><br />They may be new and full with life<br />They may be old friends we spent our times <br />They may be hopes that they’re to come<br />And they may be flickers of our imagination <br />Of what should be for us<br />Flickers that started long since our time began on earth.<br /><br />There should be love enough to go around for that one day<br />One day is all it is<br />One time when people need be reassured<br />The light of someone’ else’s yearning rests in the face the mirror holds <br />And beckons love to start and end each day <br />From that point on.<br /><br />So for one day we hope and pray and search<br />To have a token of some other beings love<br />Perhaps a rich bouquet, a sparkle or a sweet.<br /><br />We wait and wait and hope to have <br />That special someone think we’re special too<br />That’s truly the beauty of it all<br />There’s always hope that walking down the block<br />You suddenly turn and find your own true love<br />This day of hearts this time and –<br />If not year, fear not<br />The Day of the Heart comes by each year around this time. <br /><br />By Anna Angelou<br />Dedicated to love and those who know the meaning of!Voliotisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17698199020674304006noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22660394.post-45203323013510144372007-02-06T02:56:00.001-08:002007-02-06T03:04:48.230-08:00And So I decided to annimate my Leonardo complete with a lady freedom rider. <br /><br /><object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YZhlMVnAyY4"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YZhlMVnAyY4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="600" height="350"></embed></object>Voliotisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17698199020674304006noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22660394.post-91891822081962293082007-02-03T11:24:00.000-08:002007-02-03T11:36:07.726-08:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbOLevoJhMIX3zfYzY1FTyJrDpBn6oG2l2CYiVFagV_7eCHpC1XjxVVXLHzwtHwGhzydtNzah3nb71kSus6hFHAKSFsfXiem177ygs663l2b_vbetkwmiEjn2kW_N0he_29SF9/s1600-h/Leonardo+the+horse.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027392486774500674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbOLevoJhMIX3zfYzY1FTyJrDpBn6oG2l2CYiVFagV_7eCHpC1XjxVVXLHzwtHwGhzydtNzah3nb71kSus6hFHAKSFsfXiem177ygs663l2b_vbetkwmiEjn2kW_N0he_29SF9/s320/Leonardo+the+horse.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Life is one big hurdle after another. It's exactly like riding on a horse with obstacles along the way, they come your way, Leonardo (the horse) gallops slower and the rider (me) stops riding tall. One hurdle passes, Leonardo seems to be picking up his gallop, while keeping a happy me onboard, <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">pshou</span>, one hurdle passed, the other one is coming my way. One after the other, but Leonardo has learned to brace himself and gallop through, taking me along with him on the perpetual ride. A</div>Voliotisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17698199020674304006noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22660394.post-1169462911265230832007-01-22T02:37:00.000-08:002007-01-22T16:26:29.700-08:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7720/2308/1600/719304/needlepoint%20in%20progress%20flert.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7720/2308/320/736938/needlepoint%20in%20progress%20flert.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7720/2308/1600/791329/needlepointpic.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7720/2308/320/664981/needlepointpic.jpg" border="0" /></a> these are some of my needlepoints. The one directly above was given to me by my sister when she traveled to Greece many years ago and I had finished many years ago and framed. The one directly below I bought when my daughter was attending dancing school but finished and framed for her as a gift when she moved into her first apartment. The one on the left I bought and is not yet finished and not framed yet. There is a story behind this too. My daughter moved back w/me to save some money and the ballerina started hanging out in my house. I now find I can't part w/her therefore I am working on a replacement for my daughter which is the needlepoint in question on the left. A<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7720/2308/1600/648230/ballet%20needlepoint.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7720/2308/320/649348/ballet%20needlepoint.jpg" border="0" /></a>Voliotisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17698199020674304006noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22660394.post-1169080074636242462007-01-17T16:15:00.000-08:002007-01-17T16:27:54.653-08:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7720/2308/1600/718775/the%20lil%20ballet%20dancer%20ala%20degas%20not%20really%20though.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7720/2308/320/755235/the%20lil%20ballet%20dancer%20ala%20degas%20not%20really%20though.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />A few days ago I watched the arts channel that was running a program describing Degas' sculpture of the <u>little ballet dancer</u>. It seems that ballet dancers were perceived, in fact, they were of ill repute, and thus of course the little ballet dancer was convicted of being "ugly"as well, which leads me to the evolution theory. At present ballerinas and the people who frequent the ballet are high brow. Can anyone explain to me where people get their ideas of what is elite and what is common?? What is pretty and what is ugly? There is no answer. This only led to my poor attempt at Degas' poor little ballet dancer AVoliotisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17698199020674304006noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22660394.post-1168797325262320192007-01-14T09:47:00.000-08:002007-01-14T12:21:20.866-08:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7720/2308/1600/108649/dance%20of%20love%20calcov2007.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7720/2308/320/132987/dance%20of%20love%20calcov2007.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7720/2308/1600/70236/dance%20of%20love%20covcal%202007.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7720/2308/320/760757/dance%20of%20love%20covcal%202007.jpg" border="0" /></a>this is the cover for my calendar 2007. It is called the Dance of Love Calendar 2007. It consists of 1900 dance couples and the last couple on December 2007 is the couple dancing in the Roaring '20s. Enjoy it. It comes in a package. I am posting it here becaused when I gave it to an establishment to copy and bind, I was mortified to see that my original cover page was missing! It was highly upsetting but it prompted me to post here and tell my sad story. AVoliotisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17698199020674304006noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22660394.post-1167075044260518492006-12-25T11:30:00.000-08:002006-12-25T11:35:25.506-08:00<object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rq3jFfk_s9U"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rq3jFfk_s9U" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="600" height="350"></embed></object>Voliotisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17698199020674304006noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22660394.post-1166270261854453662006-12-16T03:41:00.000-08:002006-12-16T05:13:48.340-08:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7720/2308/1600/539113/thoseeyes.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7720/2308/320/623345/thoseeyes.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><strong></strong>Where are the tears?<br />It's now the longer part of months - they're two to be exact<br />I thought the rivers would turn on by now<br />but they have yet to come<br />It was October eighth when last I peered<br />Into those awesome eyes that clouded everything in sight when they awoke<br />Yet on that mortal day, clouded they were - not able to look back<br />I searched in vain, and when I didn't feel their warm embrace, <br />I wept holding her tight while she lay motionless in bed<br />But then I felt the knowing back into her eyes<br />Those eyes that I looked into when stories they would tell<br />more colorful than any words could draw<br />Abruptly I stopped my weeping my sadness to withhold of the approaching doom<br />And never could I beckon tears again,<br />Never to come, stay out - <br />Those lovely eyes <br />Don't want to know I'm sad.Voliotisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17698199020674304006noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22660394.post-1165193973885447772006-12-03T16:58:00.000-08:002006-12-06T05:00:54.030-08:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7720/2308/1600/159824/Maria%20Elena.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7720/2308/320/565604/Maria%20Elena.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />here is Seniorita Maria Elena strutting her stuff, enjoy <br /><br /><object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/r4pVWCETZQ8"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/r4pVWCETZQ8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="600" height="350"></embed></object>Voliotisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17698199020674304006noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22660394.post-1164114902832385472006-11-21T05:14:00.000-08:002006-11-21T05:16:58.093-08:00<object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/M1BP_EVF8WY"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/M1BP_EVF8WY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="600" height="350"></embed></object>Voliotisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17698199020674304006noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22660394.post-1163874350230550752006-11-18T10:25:00.000-08:002006-11-21T16:40:16.906-08:00<object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vU2FgkfBlSo"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vU2FgkfBlSo" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="600" height="350"></embed></object>Voliotisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17698199020674304006noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22660394.post-1163769851136031492006-11-17T05:20:00.000-08:002006-11-18T17:21:07.913-08:00<div align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;">Turkey – approx. a 10 pounder – no more<br />Chestnuts perhaps to be used for stuffing with raisins and plain bread crumbs – a specialty that I learned from the Angelou’s<br />Also stove top topping –don’t stuff the turkey.<br />Chopped meat – 2 lb for meatballs as an appetizer – used for appetizer (mamma style, wash the onions a-plenty)<br />Rice – that might be used in stuffed tomatoes, peppers and perhaps squash<br />Tomatoes<br />Peppers<br />Perhaps squash<br />Parsley, which I have<br />Onions, which I have<br />White potatoes to be baked with lemon, shun the turkey, but consider adding to the stuffed tomatoes, and even in the veggie side dishes, etc.<br />Sweet potatoes to be candied my way w/cinnamon and allspice and butter (maybe adding some walnuts.<br />Some canned cranberry sauce (don’t forget it this time, MoMo likes it)<br />Peas, or lima beans, or perhaps kidney beans for the Greek side of the family.<br />Corn<br />Perhaps attempt some soup with noodles<br />Consider getting celery to make as side dish Aunt Karolina style.<br />Olive oil (virgin)<br />Reynolds wrap<br />Pans to just throw away at the end of this<br />Some fruit<br />1 pumpkin, apple or custard pie, as people might bring desert.<br />Some wine and/or beer for those who like to indulge.<br />Soda<br />Vitamin water<br />Good plastic plates (decorative)<br />Very little regular bread or pita<br />Think of what’s missing<br />FAMILY & FRIENDS! and some gravy perhaps </span></div>Voliotisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17698199020674304006noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22660394.post-1163727761939290642006-11-16T17:41:00.001-08:002006-11-16T17:42:59.126-08:00Voliotisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17698199020674304006noreply@blogger.com0