Whether you've reached this blog willingly or by force I'm happy to have you here.
ersi marina's workroom is always open to the public, even when I am not in. Sometimes I need to sleep.
And to paint.
And to play with my four cats.
My name is Ersi Marina and I live in Spain though I was born and grew up in Athens, Greece. I kept it all very Mediterranean.
This blog is a means to share my work and snippets of my life, as well as to be in contact with you all. I hope you'll enjoy your visit.

Wednesday, 13 February 2013

shop scheming: attic papers

I am taking some time off my paper homes to be with you all. If I told you that I literally had to wrench myself out of those walls-under-construction and slam a paper door behind me so that I could breath some fresh air, it wouldn't be such a great exaggeration. Nowadays I seem to be living, working and even sleeping in them.

Two homes are finished and three more are cluttering my construction site (i.e. my living room). No photographs yet. First I need to be sure that what seems final is indeed final and that no repairs will be necessary. This feeling of certainty may come within hours or after a few days. It always comes unannounced, so I'll just have to wait for it. I just hope it won't be very early in the morning!

But. Parallel to being a paper-construction worker, I have been slowly building a soon-to-come online shop on BigCartel. I decided to call it attic papers and if you take a minute to drop by, you'll see how it looks. In fact, I'd love it if you took a walk by the storefront and told me what you think of it.

To begin with, I will be selling my white papers in balsa boxes as well as my rusted papers. Several items are in the shop already though they are all featured as 'coming soon'. I need to take good pictures of the balsa boxes before I add them to the shop. There are only a couple of them there for the time being, just to see what they look like.

So, to make a long story short, I would appreciate any comment and/or idea you may have about my 'attic papers' before I launch it to the world. Do you like the colour scheme? Do you like the header? What do you think of the name? (I explain my choice of a name in the about page.) Everything is in English and in Spanish too, the prices are in euros (would it be better to show them in US dollars?) and I still need to add a couple of pages about the shop's policies, etc.

More work in construction but the floors are leveled and polished. You don't need to mind your steps.

And warm thanks in advance for taking a peek!

Monday, 4 February 2013

when a stranger is lost

There is a link in my blogzzzz list that will take you to a very special blog: The Madness is the Method

It is the blog of lauren e. simonutti (she liked to use lower-case letters throughout), also known as lauren rabbit. An extremely talented photographer and writer, sometimes a heart-breaking artist that always provided me with moments of Truth.

I first saw her work years ago in deviantART. Then I also found her on Flickr. I never tired of finding her and never tired of viewing her work. Getting lost in it. Suffering in it. But coming back out with a sombering sense of beauty and dignity.

I knew from previous occasions that sometimes she disappeared but that she always came back with new work, new torments and new revelations. She made painfully beautiful artist's books with her photographs and writings and she was brave enough (desperate enough?) to share her fears and hopes with the world.

Going through my blogs list, I often wondered why there had been no new entries in months. Maybe deep inside I knew, I guessed, I feared. I wanted to think that she would come back again.

But just a while ago I decided to do some research online. A belated, clumsy act of interest. Lauren will not be coming back. She crossed to the other side of her lense in April 2012.

She was a stranger to me, I never met her. I do have a couple of her books. And I found this quote of Lauren in a comment Catherine Edelman Gallery wrote on Facebook last April:

"Sometimes the difference between living and dying is just a little bit.

Sometimes the difference between living and dying is just a sigh.

Over (five) years I have spent alone amidst these 8 rooms, 7 mirrors, 6 clocks, 2 minds and 199 panes of glass. And this is what I saw here. This is what I learned. I figure it could go one of two ways- I will either capture my ascension from madness to as much a level of sanity for which one of my composition could hope, or I will leave a document of it all, in the case that I should lose."

She finally lost. And I didn't even know it.
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