Σάββατο, 28 Ιανουαρίου 2012

Athens art: Botsoglou ''Ta erotica''











Last week I visited a great exposition of a greek artist named Chronis Botsoglou in the Foundation ''Alli Arcadia'' (other arcadia) in 16, Fokionos Negri str. in Kipseli, in the centre of Athens.

Twenty-two reliefs in bronze, four projects with graphite pencil and watercolors, and twelve paintings in Chinese rice paper depict the act of love.

I definately suggest this art exposition!

The entrance is free and the Foundation is open:

Wednesday 18:00 - 21:00

Saturday 11:00- 18:00

Sunday 11:00 - 16:00

The expostion lasts untill January 29, 2012.



I do not own any of the rights of the photos.

Πέμπτη, 26 Ιανουαρίου 2012

Δευτέρα, 16 Ιανουαρίου 2012

Athens train stations: Victoria station





Viktoria station is named after the British monarch Queen Victoria. The architectural style of this underground station is Art Deco and the walls are covered with light blue tiles. Before and after the renovation, the station's name is shown in big white labels that were made in Germany. The concept of the station is very similar to the stations in Berlin, the stairs in this concept go directly to the street.

Viktoria station is 5 minutes walking distance from the National Archaeological Museum of Athens.

Πέμπτη, 12 Ιανουαρίου 2012

Athens roofs..









Together with those pictures, goes one of my favorite poems of an american poet, Joyce Kilmer. The poem is called ''Roofs''.


The road is wide and the stars are out

and the breath of the night is sweet,

And this is the time when wanderlust should seize upon my feet.

But I'm glad to turn from the open road and the starlight on my face,

And to leave the splendour of out-of-doors for a human dwelling place.

I never have seen a vagabond who really liked to roam

All up and down the streets of the world and not to have a home:

The tramp who slept in your barn last night and left at break of day

Will wander only until he finds another place to stay.

A gypsy-man will sleep in his cart with canvas overhead;

Or else he'll go into his tent when it is time for bed.

He'll sit on the grass and take his ease so long as the sun is high,

But when it is dark he wants a roof to keep away the sky.

If you call a gypsy a vagabond, I think you do him wrong,

For he never goes a-travelling but he takes his home along.

And the only reason a road is good, as every wanderer knows,

Is just because of the homes, the homes, the homes to which it goes.

They say that life is a highway and its milestones are the years,

And now and then there's a toll-gate where you buy your way with tears.

It's a rough road and a steep road and it stretches broad and far,

But at last it leads to a golden Town where golden Houses are.

Athens sky..