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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.

Monday, 14 July 2014

adventures to come - in a journal form

I keep meaning to share some shots of my work-in-progress for the Personal Histories project and I also keep avoiding it. Something is not quite in place yet. I am not talking about the physical elements in the work but rather about the heaps of ideas and emotions that the title stirred in me and that required a long, complicated process of clearing and sorting out. A bit like opening a path through a thick jungle.

Because, Robyn: What a title! I could cover the distance from Spain to Australia with pages from a book on my personal history. Fortunately, logic prevailed and I decided on a much more abbreviated version of the vertigo that can be anyone's life story. More to come on the subject when I finally decide to share those WIP shots with you all.

In the meantime, I've been creating some small works, most of them for my shop, and a few just for the fun of it. If you've read my previous post, you can guess that fun was a scarce commodity around here lately.


What I'm showing you here today are a few scanned images of the covers of a journal I decided to start. Being a serious and ordered girl, I started with the covers, of course. This is the stainy, rainy look of decoloured silk cloth on cardboard.


A light wash of acrylic ink on the corner because, as you already know, I can't leave well enough alone.


The journal has 22 sheets (that's 44 pages) with alternate sheets of tissue paper and, knowing me, it will be a long time before I finish it. Each page is 24.5 x 25 cms (9.7 x 9.9 inches) and the journal will be spiral bound.


This is the back cover (nothing really new here, I just felt like sharing it too) and this particular scan looks a bit oversaturated. The ochre-yellow colour of the other images is much closer to the real thing.


The initial idea is to record here many of the chaotic, half-forgotten moments and impressions of my personal history that cannot fit into my work for the project. There may be overwhelming moments ahead, believe me. I take memories very seriously. Let's see if I can sort through them with a sense of humour.


The covers are not finished though I may have to wait till after I've worked on some of the inside pages to get back to them. Some sort of title? An image maybe? Or a brutal tear on the silk? Expect anything. I do too.

Monday, 7 July 2014

update on life

Hello dear friends. I haven't been around here for a long time, I have missed volumes of your blog posts and my work has also suffered the effects of my absence. Because this is how I generally felt all this time, absent and somehow inconsistent. Τhings have been difficult.

a passage along Villanueva St., Beceite, Spain

Two friends died in May, the first one quite unexpectedly. She was also a neighbour in the same apartment building where I live, a member of our local artists' group and my fellow cat-keeper as far as the street cats are concerned. Her name was Lilianne and she died from a heart attack, she probably never realised what was happening. It was me who found her in her apartment two days later but I won't go into details. It was a shock and we were all stricken by her sudden demise.

Then ten days later, on 21 May, another friend passed away. Isabel's death was not unexpected, she had been sick for a long time but still, it was a blow. She was the long-time partner of one of the members of our group. After attending the funeral, I think we all looked furtively at each other wondering if these things always come in threes. May seemed a bit colder and the poppies looked a bit darker this year.

bright, cheerful poppies belie our gloomy feelings

Many street kittens born in April died too, some of them tragically. I won't go into details here either but each little death was a very sad blow and it was me again who found them -being the person who takes care of them and is closest to them. I wish I had a house with a huge garden, then I'd take them all in to shelter them from danger. By mid-June it felt as if a huge vacuum cleaner had swooshed over our heads sucking in lives.

Those events have a lot to do with my absence online and also with my difficulty with carrying on with my projects.

poplar trees and exhuberant Spring growth

On Friday 20 June I started working at the Exhibition Hall again, just in the weekends. The photograph above is my view from the entrance to the Hall, an optimistic sight to sooth the spirit. On the left, barely out of the frame, is the gravel path that leads to the venue.

wildflowers, wild patterns

Wildflowers grow along the edge of the path, at the feet of an old stone wall. This shot is from a previous year but things look pretty much the same every Spring. The rhythms of time, a diary of life and colour.

I am working on my piece for the Personal Histories exhibition. It was also on hold for some time, unable as I was to free my feelings from sorrow. A certain melancholic mood can be very inspiring for me (a romantic in disguise) but downright sadness is not. I guess writing this post means I am opening to the world again.
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