In my free time, I love going through Pinterest. I love looking at all these beautiful photos, brings some kind of warmth in my mind and soul!
I love the colors, patterns, beautiful objects and photos you can find and pin!
I’m spending the weekend at my parent’s house. The house is surrounded by nature, trees, flowers and fields all around! And since it’s spring already, memories come back to me.
I remember years of sunny mornings, the sun entering through the windows. Warmth getting inside the house. Kind of an invitation to look out the window and admire the nature, while listening to all the birds singing.
And these mornings are still taking place, no matter how many years pass…!
In the “microcosm” I like talking about tough subjects sometimes, but I always put some sprinkle over them. Not to make them look prettier, but just because I have a positive way of thinking about things.
But, for this post, will be a little different, a little more… raw. So, here it goes…
What’s the first thing that comes in your mind when you think about abuse? Maybe abuse against children? Or maybe a wife with a black eye that “accidentally fell off the stairs”?
Yes, there are physical signs of abuse, but there is also emotional abuse. One that’s kept beneath the surface and sometimes it’s difficult even for the person that’s being abused to realize it. And many times it happens inside romantic relationships.
I have been there, I have lived within it, I have survived, I have seen the positive side and recently its true colors/aftermath.
I once met a boy, through a friend. And he seemed nice. I fell in love with him. We became an item. And I remember feeling so lucky that I have found a good one.
He seemed sweet, sensitive and quite charming. All his friends loved him. He was always smiling…., especially when others were around.
Well, the pure reality was quite different:
These are some of the things that he did.
I still remember one day that I was laughing on a video on YouTube and he said to me “Are you done?!”. I still remember that I was crying about 4 to 5 times a week. I still remember the night that I had such a great sense of danger after a fight that we had. For the story, he broke up with me, which was actually a good thing, because I don’t know when I would have managed to decide to leave.
I still remember many things, but I have admitted to myself that I have been in an abusive relationship and made peace with that fact, with the past, and with myself. I survived. And it wasn’t easy to return to my happy place. But I fought and created a new version of myself and my happy place, because of course the experience changed me forever, but for the best.
The main reason for writing this post is to put a little, tiny, rock in the mountain that’s called awarness.
Abuse is still a big taboo for our society. And though I take the responsibility for my choices, I wish that there was even one person back then that would tell me that “you know, these things are not normal, not at all, this is some kind of abuse”. I wish I have heard this from someone, and not that I was in a bad relationship, or that we weren’t a match. No! I was in an abusive relationship. That was it, that’s the reality.
So, I’m doing what I would like someone else to have done for me. Talking to everyone else out there…
I’m saying that if you have a bad feeling about your relationship and the person that you’re with, chances are that it’s your instinct talking to you. If something feels really wrong, you should get out. What you’re feeling is not love. It’s just not love, love is a good thing. Abuse isn’t. Talk to others and most of all trust yourself and what your gut tells you. Trust yourself because you deserve to be loved properly and in a good, healthy, way!
And in case you’re not in such a relationship, but know someone that is in a emotionally or physically abusive relationship, act and help that person in every way you can, so she/he can get out of it.
Because, abuse in relationships is here and it’s real, even its emotional version!
P.S. Here’s the song I’m talking about in the title of the post: https://youtu.be/kDqDPp29nAE.
Well, as it seems I’m starting a new series of blog posts! The theme this time will be my home.
I moved out of my parent’s house when I was 17 (I’m 28 now), to study cinema in Athens (Greece), which is actually the city where my mom was born, and grew up.
The place I call home is a small apartment/art studio. It’s the space where I feel more comfortable in and due to the fact that I have lived here for all those crucial years (I practically wasn’t even an adult when I came here), I believe that it totally shows “the microcosm inside my mind”.
So, ger ready for stories, photos, tons of color and diy projects!
Inspiration is kind of different for each one of us. Every person/artist has a different way of working and finding the triggers/inspiration for the pieces.
My number one trick for inspiration ia having your eyes and ears open! It’s all about the everyday life. If you do, you can catch the beauty, the images, sounds, colors around you.
And then there are the details that some others might not notice. A small detail can be the starting point of a piece of artwork. A detail in your environment can start a series of thoughts and feelings that can lead to creation.
Yes, time, is crucial. You can never force inspiration. It needs its time, your brain has to proceed information and make something out of it.
But, in the meanwhile there’s one more important thing that can help: work! Even if you don’t have the perfect idea (or no idea, it happens sometimes) in mind one day, you should still sit down and work.
Inspiration doesn’t come out of the blue, on its own. Needs a little help and work can never do any harm! 😉