02 Jul Please send love to Greece, and those who seek to destroy it.
This painting involved a search for my own truth some years ago. I found it. Now I’m searching for a more expansive truth.
I haven’t been able to paint this incredible country lately without my colors turning dark – without my brushes going wild in my hands – without scraping off the color and starting again after taking time to breathe and meditate – and then I get mud again. I have to be honest – when the Greek government under George Papandreau ditched the oldest currency in the world – the drachma – for the Euro, I shuddered. I even met George once, shook his hand and in my naiveté said, “Thank you for what you are doing to help Greece.” I saw The look of fear, for a split second, pass before his eyes. Afraid of me? Hardly. He knew what he had to do if he won the election for Prime Minister. I had trusted his pre-campaign words, but he was only a pawn…or perhaps he was corrupted by money. The economic war against Greece had already been put in motion and he succumbed. He became one of the trained servants of the Power Regime. Does he feel any shame now? I have no idea. Maybe he’s not very bright, because he had the audacity to come back and run for office yet again! Fortunately he lost.
When I can’t paint and yet feel strongly about something, I write to disperse the emotion and find the logic. I wrote GREEKSCAPES during the five years when things were beginning to turn sour here, with the hope that my one voice would be added to that of others extolling the virtues of this country. On the cover was my painting of a handhewn wooden boat called a caique. I love those colorful individual boats. Now fiberglass replaces them, one by one. That was another EU directive. The caique on the cover was meant to symbolize Greece, staying afloat. I have recently changed the cover of my memoir to another watercolor: Greek taverna chairs around a table on a patio. The book I had been reading that morning, and my cup of coffee, sit on the table. Shadows and light emanate from the scene, and bouganvillia and flowers. That was painted at my first villa in Greece when my dreams had materialized. I know now that I also wrote about my past – the beauty of finding this country – the joy of living here – without much money, but with trust that I would survive – in order not to delay the fear of what might happen with the monetary takeover of this country. I am an optimist by nature. I am not a foolish one though. I accept reality, and that it needs to be changed if it’s not going in (what I consider) a positive direction. And it is not. With multibillion dollar companies taking over our very food and water, health and illness and most everything else for their own gain, how can we not individually do everything we can to stop the insanity?
I can only dream of a better future and try hard to realize those dreams one seedling at a time. I know you probably feel that way too. After all, Hope was what remained in Pandora’s box after all the evils were swarming out into the world.
I still have hopes that the Greek people will survive this period of unknowing without too much collateral damage. However I feel, it seems that the powers that be in Europe don’t care – or rather, they care more about the destruction of their small so called ‘partner countries’ more than anything else. This won’t stop with Greece, mind you. The powers that sit at the table will find a way to gobble up any country they need to fill their own insatiable appetites.
Greece, with its unspoiled beauty and sun and sea and inhabitants who live with the love of life, is a threat to their rigid rules of life. At this point, it’s not even about the payback of loans. It’s about covetousness. Yes. They can spread all the rumors about ‘the lazy Greeks’ that they want: I know better. They can say that no one pays taxes here. I know better. As for corruption, I agree that it has been a problem. But most of the PEOPLE here are not corrupt: their governments have been. Who of us can say that their governments haven’t stolen from the people they work for? who can trust banks that give loans to the poor so they can foreclose on their homes? Is our very theory of Democracy so flawed that it can’t work any better than the European Union has so far? Why can’t those in Brussels admit their flawed monetary system?
I believe they want to control Greece – oh, and I don’t mean only control the money supposedly owed to the banks. They seek to Control and grab anything they see as valuable from as many of us as possible so that their empty lavish lives can continue. It’s about greed. Why shouldn’t they fill the living sea around us with oil rigs and fish farms, and buy up cheap property from those who can’t even pay their electric bills because they’ve been reduced to poverty? Never mind that Greek parents and grandparents toiled all their lives to make a permanent home for their families: it’s a good deal now for heartless banksters.
So, maybe the voracious ones really do need more love than the rest of us. Maybe their hearts are not yet dead after all and can be revived. So shall we try to send them love? At this stage, I really don’t know anything else to do that might help.