Kelly Kantanoleon

 

This is a very close friend of mine, her name is Kelly Kntanoleon and she is a painting artist.

Kelly Kantanoleon was born in Athens - Greece, on the 22nd of December 1973. She finished Athens College which is a privet school in Athens, in 1992.

While she was still in high school, her art teacher suggested she should follow the Fine Art studies after she graduates from school, in order to become a painter.

In 1994 Kelly was accepted by Coventry University Of Fine Arts in England ( UK ). She graduates in 1998 from Coventry University, getting the title BA (HONS) FINE ARTS.

She returns to Greece, Athens, the following years (1999/2000) and continues her career as a fine artist ( painter ) up until today.

She participates in several exhibitions both in one woman shows and group exhibitions, in England and in Greece.

She is a member of the Hellenic  Fine Arts Chamber ( Ε.Ε.Τ.Ε.)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

[Sometimes I wish you could hear the whispers of my aching heart and the sounds of my weeping soul. I wish you could hear my silent tears when sorrow takes me inside her. In her glass world ... There you are. Nowhere. I am lost in the deepest doomed forest, starting an endless journey to my future, to my past and back again into this personal labyrinth of mine that breaks me into smaller pieces, as i am trying to find the exodus, but failing all the time, i disappear to nowhere where my steps become heavier and heavier than any marble of all the ancient monuments. All around Earth. All around Heaven. I am only left on the cold floors, there, curved and alone, like the fetus in the wet womb of the mother waiting to be rejected. Once again..Oh Mother Earth !

Here i am losing myself into a piece of blue and orange of the dusking sky that breaks my silence and throws me into the black hole of Hades. All the summer nights have gone now and all the memories are lost, as i went astray once and my dream has turned into a nightmare heading towards an eternity that will follow me like a demon for ever, just like Medea who murdered her children. Tormenting my soul now and watching me shedding tears of regrets. Holding her leather whip. Her weapon...I am nothing, but a feared soul begging for love. For mercy..
You see once i was an angel, but now i am a cold and very dark soul full of sins. I am locked into the dungeon, the full of nails, getting into my skin and i am bleeding on wet floors, kneeling naked. Punished is my soul, and my body, freezing cold and used. Left alone for ever. Chaos, Emptiness.. Nothing...is all i can expect from now on...
"If i ever see the Sun rising again i will stay still and silent. Perhaps He will pity me..If this summer comes i will try and pray harder to save my soul" she whispered and broke into tears...
Kelly]