Bulletproof By Gregory Christeas Dedicated to my daughter Julie and my son Elias First, Let's get the Art out of the way fast ... Athens December 2003 Last September, my son and I took the ferryboat to New York City for a week, speeding through nature’s beauty and man's creation: The New York City waterfront. Nature reflected and colored the tall buildings that in return bounced their color facades back on to nature as well as the waterfront. Depending on the time of day we travelled, the colors exploded into a variety of energies containing such strength, that daydreaming became the only possible state of mind as we sailed through the harbor each day. It was soon clear to me that the millions of people from all over the world, coming in and out of buildings and working in the city each day were the main force of that energy: All of them doing their best every day in pursuit of their dreams; succeeding and failing and constantly trying: Each person, like great ambassadors of the world, contributing to the life and dreams of this magnificent city. My new artwork is dedicated to the human spirit that dreams and tries the possible and the impossible everyday. It is about the human emotions of failing, succeeding, and constantly trying for a better world. To see my art go to www.christeas.com Never give up; never surrender gregory christeas Bulletproof -1 Athens, April 21, 1967: I was in my studio when I woke up from the noise of the tanks. A crazy man – Papadopoulos - had decided to save Greece from the Communists, Democrats and anything in-between. I was sharing a studio at that time with my best friend Pablo Makri, who helped me finish some paintings for a local gallery in order to get the money I needed to leave for Europe. He later helped me all he could when I returned to Greece to form an underground unit of freedom fighters. Through another good friend, Nikos Toubakaris, I found out about two students driving back to Germany and hitched a ride with them to Karlsruhe, Germany. I briefly met at that time with Katina Bexi – she was doing all kinds of odd jobs to make a living, which included making sandwiches for Greek students. Six years later she helped me survive for more than 3 months, staying in her house, when I was on the run from the dictators in Greece and from my own people who had turned me in. I also met Dimitri Kolovos who at that time was recruiting students to help organize some kind of resistance through demonstrations in Germany! Six years later I met him again on my way to Greece; he was one of my suppliers of munitions. He was also the Papandreou inside man who drove me and Manos Gritzalis to Malme Sweden to be murdered. For the rest of the story email me. gregory@christeas.gr Home | 
