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From the archive - Agios Tychonas, Cyprus.
I was on a business trip to Cyprus and this was the week the financial world collapsed. Lehman Brothers had gone bust the previous month and suddenly markets around the world were going into free-fall. No one on Cyprus could realise what a profound effect all this would have on them 5 years later.
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Thanks to Sergio Feldmann Pearce for the inspiration!
just a thought would it really matter if I stayed like this for just a little longer?
By a little longer I mean a few weeks lol.
Well I dodge a loaded question from my dad yesterday.
he said "why haven't you got any hair on your arms"
A quick change in conversation avoided an answer but I think the time is getting close when they will fine out the horrible truth.
I am in fact an alien! I think they would take that news better than finding out I look like a woman lol.
sometimes in life we have to decide:
shall we proceed with our life just as it is? everything is fine, you're happy most of the time but still sometimes you have the feeling to miss something.
or shall we turn our life upside down? you don't know what will happen it could go completely wrong and you will be unhappy or you could make new experience and reach a level of happiness you didn't even know is possible or at least can't remember.
But if you only think about it and never do someting, you actually decide for the first alternative. But is that the right decision?
I wanted to thank all who attended the show last night. I really appreciate all of your support. I apologize if I couldn't spend a lot of time with each of you, but I wanted to let you know that I sincerely appreciate you being there. It certaintly meant a lot to me.
I have posted a set from the show, which includes all of the crops/edits that I had done for the show. I hope you all had a good time and enjoyed the show. Any feedback on what you thought of the images would be appreciated.
Here is the set.
Many thanks must also go out to Joey. His assistance in getting the show and putting it together was invaluable.
Many thanks to Dean for shooting at the show. His show is next. Keep a look out. Here is a Link to Dean's Set from the 10/28 Exposure Show
====Billings' Penthouse====
*The first thing that she thought of was "He doesn't deserve this". The second was "Christ that stench is potent" and her third thought was "Jesus this costume's tight". She was in his apartment, Spellbinder's, the best selling author. The very idea he could be adored sickened her. The place was enormous, there were strong oak bookshelves, a white, clean kitchen (evidence *he* never cooked), hell, even a hot tub, tiled in black and white slabs. The scented candles stunk up the place, probably to cover up something worse, and of course there were copies of that stupid book everywhere. She'd read a few pages, out of curiosity, none of it good. Several supervillains hadn't hesitated to call her all manners of names. She doubted his copy would give her husband much solace, even if Ten had meant well. Again she strained to move, a consequence of wearing the old suit, but it couldn't be helped. Twag and his goons had taken her newer gear when they attacked the house and raided the cave. How she wished Twag was here now. If only so she could torture him. Mercilessly. Soon, she thought. She just needed the right- Billings. He'd at last emerged from the bedroom, he had glanced her briefly and was now wearing his supervillain garb. Hideous, not unlike the man himself*
Billings- -You must be the stripper I ordered. Just make yourself at home won't- You. Times are tough are they?
Miranda- I'm not a stripper Billings.
Billings- Your legs say otherwise.
Miranda- It's an old costume.
Billings- Don't doubt it, very risqué. What's this about, Legs? Want me to sign a copy?
Miranda- I want to know your source
*Billings' sneer vanishes. In a way Miranda was glad, if she had to put up with any more misogynistic bullshit from him, she'd kill him herself*
Billings- Don't you bug buggers exchange notes?! I already had your husband come visit me in August.
Miranda- My husband?
Billings- Yeah, playing Batman in a black suit.
Miranda- Billings you idiot, that wasn't Drury!
Billings- Idiot! Idiot indeed. You can't just walk into my home and insult me! Me!
Miranda- Your source.
Billings- It doesn't matter Legs, she's dead isn't she?
Miranda- Dead- Pike? Pike gave you those files?!
*It all led back to Twag. He hadn't just sent The Wasp to frame Drury, he had been giving Pike details on him, information she gave to Billings. Just what she needed, another conspiracy against Drury*
Billings- Yeah! And I hope she's rotting in Hell for the trouble she put me through. I don't expect to be assualted here! This is my safe space, my hidey hole! To have a black suited insectophile attack me, Walker or not, is disgust-!
*Thwip*
Miranda- Billings-?
*Billings. Shit*
Billings- Fucking help me! It's-! It's-! Spider-Man?!
LaMonica- I'll take that as compliment, eh?
*Who the- Well, he's certainly not Eric Needham*
====Arkham Asylum====
*Hugo Strange is in his office, a cup of tea at his side. He's rereading some old patient reports. Interesting, he thinks to himself. Very interesting indeed. His train of thought is nearly broken by the loud rapping at his door. He growls, annoyed by this unwelcomed disruption*
Guard- Sorry to disturb you Professor-
Strange- Just get on with it Captain.
Guard- Of course... There's been an incident..
Strange- Of what variety?
Guard- Three inmates never returned to their cells after lunch. Lynns, Walker and-
Strange- Yes?
Guard- Paul Dekker.
*Interesting, thought Strange once more. Very interesting*
====Lunchtime=====
Inmate- Great show today Paulie!
Dekker- Oho! If you think that was good, tune in next week, I'll have Two-Face in tears haha!
Amygdala- Your lunch Mr Dekker
Dekker- Ahh thank you Aaron! Oh that looks good!
Amygdala- Made it myself!
Dekker- Well, aren't you a resourceful little one. One moment please. Drury! Drury Walker!
*Drury and Gar walk cautiously over to Dekker*
Gar- Yeah?
Dekker- Garfield, wait your turn. Drury, it does my heart good to see you. You heard today's show, yes?
Drury- Yeah, yeah, very nice, listen how many people normally listen to it? Anyone across the bay?
Dekker- Anyone across the bay? Oh Drury, Drury, Drury, where have you been? It's the talk of the town- paper Aaron, see?
*Drury looks at the newspaper, clutched in Amygdala's hand, and there it is, an article on Dekker's radio show, dated around the same time he got arrested. Figures. But the ratings are indeed good, great in fact, and a plan has started to form in that brain of his*
Drury- Do you have to book in advance for these?
Dekker- Well, of course, I have *hundreds* of requests each day! Why do you ask? *You* don't want to appear so you? Haha!
Drury- Actually, I kinda do.
*Dekker freezes. It takes Drury aback, seeing him speechless like that. Gar mutters in his ear*
Gar- You sure Drury? I share a cell with him, you don't want to spend time with him alone.
Drury- I am Gar. Trust me.
Dekker- I don't know... I've scheduled Harvey in for next week.
Drury- Well, why wait, why not today?
Dekker- ... today-?
*Drury nods. Dekker ponders for a second, twirling his moustache, Gar and Drury look at him in anticipation, then, frowning, Dekker looks up*
Dekker- No.
*No? thought Drury. No? Why not? He and Dekker weren't exactly close, like most sane people he knew when to keep his distance but all the same, he thought he could count on the man to help him out, so he could get out the legal way, so he could see his family*
Drury- Dekker-
Dekker- I said no, Norbert, good day!
*And like that, the man stormed off, Gar and Drury exchanged another look, this time of suspicion*
Drury- Norbert-?
====Now====
*This was hardly the first time Paul Dekker found himself tied up. It wasn't even the first time he had found himself hanging upside down, The Bat had certainly seen to that. But, for once this was the first time he was afraid. Not of his assailants; Killer Moth, Firefly... children. Handsomely un-handsome children. No, he was afraid of what might happen. What may already be happening. Because he blurted out something he shouldn't have. Oh how he cursed those drugs of his! He ought to quit, maybe it'll stick this time*
Dekker- This is a mistake, surely Drury?
Drury- Shut up. What do you know about Norbert?
Dekker- Hmm?
Drury- You called me Norbert today, why?
Dekker- Drury, Norbert, they sound so similar no?
Gar- Cut the horseshit, what the hell do you know? And please, answer carefully... I hear a hint of some kind of pass, you're dead
Dekker- Nor. Bert. Norbert. What *do* I know?
Gar- I'm warning-!
Dekker- No flair for the dramatics Garfield? I thought you'd understand?
Drury- What do you know about Norbert?!
Dekker- Everything you insensitive butthole! I worked on the damn project that created him! Created the Killer Wasp! And the funny thing? I'm not even the only one!
Strange- No. He isn't. Good evening gentlemen
Black Thought of The Roots.
Polaroid 680. PX 600.
So, I turn the big 2-8 today. Feelin' kinda old over here!
Discipline: Painting
Title: Thought Collector 4
Medium: Mixed Media on canvas
Size: 68" x 58"
Year of creation: 2022
Retail price: $ 67000
Exhibition :
Tokyo Tower Art Fair
10 – 12 March, 2023
This was a really fun and really time-consuming shot. It took Dan and I about 2 hours of trial and error with our very patient model, Jackie. When I had the initial idea, I drew out a sketch and explained it to Dan. We thought it would be simple, but after several initial failed attempts we began to lose hope. We fought through the urge to give up and after a lot of repeated attempts things started to come together and we brought the idea to fruition. 🔦
Our Daily Challenge 19-25 June : Within the Moment.
I have spent the afternoon at AUB Summer shows and was very impressed by this very clever and though provoking installation.
The wooden pieces are suspended from a roof frame and lit to cast the shadows.
I cannot begin to imagine how long it took to get right! The left wall says 'Be mindful stay in the moment'.
I know many of you don't like this sort of thing but you don't have to like something to appreciate it!
The main wall says 'Thoughts are just thoughts, mental events, just because you think it, doesn't mean it's true'.
Attended the .Shi: Independence Fashion Event!
These are outfits that were modeled during the show that I took snaps of. Credit goes to the models & Designer.
Read about my thoughts on OhMyOhmai
I visited Stonehaven today, last visit was a few years ago.
The local authority have built a walkway all along the beachfront from the open air swimming pool right up to the bay , what a difference it has made for locals and tourists .
I walked along the new wooden framed path , along the way I came across various metal sculptures , this is one of them, all depict the towns relationship wth the fishing industry and the sea.
The metal sculptures are miniatures and look like they had many hours put into making them, I feel they compliment the town and are a great attraction, so much so I tracked as many as I could during my visit, I found nine, though no mention of the sculptor or any info on the individual sculptures themselves.
I checked google , again no info, for me the mystery adds to their character , I love them , I thought it was a great find , made the day more enjoyable .
Stonehaven
Stonehaven is a town in Aberdeenshire, Scotland. It lies on Scotland's northeast coast and had a population of 11,602. After the demise of the town of Kincardine, which was gradually abandoned after the destruction of its Royal castle in the Wars of Independence, the Scottish Parliament made Stonehaven the successor county town of Kincardineshire. Stonehaven had grown around an Iron Age fishing village, now the "Auld Toon", and expanded inland from the seaside. As late as the 16th century, old maps indicate the town was called Stonehyve, Stonehive, Pont also adding the alternative Duniness. It is known informally to locals as Stoney
It was one of those days when the weight of the world pressed heavily on the shoulders. Thoughts swirled like autumn leaves caught in the wind restless, directionless. And yet, the feet carried onward, deeper into the forest, as if they had always known that an answer awaited there.
The air shimmered with a soft, elusive glow, as if the forest itself had chosen to weave light into its shadows. Every leaf seemed to gleam, reflecting the world in silent gratitude. The sounds were hushed, not by silence, but by reverence. Here, everything spoke...but only to those willing to listen.
Then, at the heart of the woods, the trees parted to reveal a hidden clearing. And there, as if sculpted from a dream, stood two open hands, offering themselves to the universe. From their palms, butterflies rose into the sky, carrying wishes and unspoken thoughts to the vastness above. Between them, tiny stars twirled fleeting, yet eternal, as if the heavens themselves were breathing.
The old owl watched the scene with its infinite wisdom, as if it already knew that something was unfolding here something beyond words. A gift, understood only by those who could see with their hearts.
A deep breath. The weight that had clung so tightly began to lift. And in that moment, clarity arrived, The world was full of wonders, if only one took the time to see. Nothing was to be taken for granted. The greatest gift was not in what one received, but in what one was willing to give.
Those who give with kindness and an open heart will receive generosity in return. Do not confine your thoughts to the idea that you have received "nothing" you have lifetimes yet to live. Walk in kindness, and you shall be rewarded beyond measure. Old souls know this truth well,
for the others:
"Much to learn, you still have."
© 2025 Lorrie Agapi – All rights reserved.
**My heart, my words. Please respect them.**
Dear reader,
These words you are reading right now, whether it's a poem, a short story, or a thought is a piece of my soul. I write with passion, each word flowing from my heart, deeply connected to me. My writings are not just words; they are alive, carrying my emotions and essence within them. are not just words they are alive, carrying my emotions and essence within them.
If you plan to take them without my permission, know this: you are also taking a piece of my soul. And with every stolen word, I will always be present within the lines you use.
So be mindful… You never know what lies hidden between the lines, for words hold a power that goes far beyond the visible.💫
On their way to the opening night of a Halloween-themed
art show, Merry and Penny begin to question
their decision to walk past the cemetery.
I was in Glasgow a couple of weeks ago installing ‘Thought…Process’ a show with Malin Gabriella Nordin at Good Press Gallery. I had a super short residency in their work space and made some new drawings and a single edition zine. Glasgow and Good Press treated me well and the almost foreign sounding accents made me feel like I was on holiday. Sunny, mellow, happy times. Thanks to Matt and Jess for having me.
All my work from the show is available at the Good Press wite:
goodpressgallery.co.uk/index.php?/hidden-art/thought-proc...
"What is in store for me, brave New Year, hidden
Beneath thy glistening robe of ice and snows?
Are there sweet songs of birds, and breath of lilacs,
And blushing blooms of June's scent-laden rose?..."
- Julia B. Cady
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