1. “My Big Toe" by Eugenia Loli.

Watercolor, Stabilo 88 markers, on 5”x5” paper.

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    My Big Toe" by Eugenia Loli.

    Watercolor, Stabilo 88 markers, on 5”x5” paper.

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  2. “Paleo Breakfast" by Eugenia Loli.

Watercolor, ink, on 6”x6” paper.

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    Paleo Breakfast" by Eugenia Loli.

    Watercolor, ink, on 6”x6” paper.

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  3. “Milking Procedures" by Eugenia Loli.

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    Milking Procedures" by Eugenia Loli.

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  4. “High Ground" by Eugenia Loli.

Watercolor, ink, gel pens, on 8”x6” paper.

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    High Ground" by Eugenia Loli.

    Watercolor, ink, gel pens, on 8”x6” paper.

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  5. “Model Family" by Eugenia Loli.

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    Model Family" by Eugenia Loli.

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  6. Crater Crop" by Eugenia Loli.

    Pencil, ink, watercolor, and acrylic gouache on paper. Prints available for $40, or check out my Etsy store for the original work.

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  7. “For Your Entertainment (You, Slimy Humans)" by Eugenia Loli.

Collage about the unfair usage of smart animals as slaves for our entertainment.

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    For Your Entertainment (You, Slimy Humans)" by Eugenia Loli.

    Collage about the unfair usage of smart animals as slaves for our entertainment.

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  8. Quick illustration I was practicing tonight, based on an old, 1970s illustration. Markers, stabilo-88 pens, pen and pencil on paper. Took about 30 mins. I’m gearing up to primarily do illustration instead of collage soon. The end of an era and the beginning of a new one.

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    Quick illustration I was practicing tonight, based on an old, 1970s illustration. Markers, stabilo-88 pens, pen and pencil on paper. Took about 30 mins. I’m gearing up to primarily do illustration instead of collage soon. The end of an era and the beginning of a new one.

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  9. Bloomed Joyride Too" by Eugenia Loli.

    Part 2 of 2 from the Bloomed Joyride series. Get them together, signed, for $50 (normal price is $60). Printed size is 6”x8” for each.

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  10. “You Are What You Eat" by Eugenia Loli.

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    You Are What You Eat" by Eugenia Loli.

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  11. “Do What You Can Do" by Eugenia Loli.

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    Do What You Can Do" by Eugenia Loli.

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  12. “Cougars and Goldfish" by Eugenia Loli.

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    Cougars and Goldfish" by Eugenia Loli.

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  13. “Happy Hippy Hippo" by Eugenia Loli.

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    Happy Hippy Hippo" by Eugenia Loli.

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  14. “Tiara" by Eugenia Loli.

There comes a time in the lives of everyone of us where we hit a wall. We are hurt and we can’t get back up. We lose the will to live, to fight. I’m in such a situation lately, if you were to figure out from my now-sporadic collage work. Truth is, I feel very alone during the day (my husband calls me a “very private extrovert”), and can’t find meaning on anything.

It was 4 AM last night, with tears in my eyes when I asked for help, from whoever was listening. Maybe a lucid dream would be nice, where I could have a conversation with my subconscious, to try to put things in order. Well, whoever listened, delivered. It didn’t come in a form of a lucid dream, but one of these dreams where you know that it’s a metaphor for something else. The educational type.

In the dream, I was male (not very common for me to switch roles in my dreams). I had a girlfriend, called Tiara. An evil gangster and his cohorts attacked and killed 4-5 people in a big, isolated house. Tiara and I tried to help the situation, but we failed. To stop me, the gangster fired some very large arrows at me. The arrows got me in my two palms, my arm, and my leg.

I could feel pain while in the dream. I was not bleeding, but I was slowly dying. Instead of giving me a blow to kill me for good, he left me to fade away slowly. Tiara was unhurt, but also could not help me. I needed to get away, to get to a doctor, and to save my girlfriend.

We tried to escape once, by pretty much trying to slip right past the guards, but we were found and brought back to the house. But I didn’t give up, I tried to escape again, this time taking the rough way out. Behind the house there was a path, difficult to cross, but it would ensure that the guards would not see us. We made it to my car that was parked nearby, and I drove away!

The next thing I know, I’m still hurt, but I’m inside a church, St Paraskevi. That’s the main church in the mountainous Greek village I come from. Outside, there are a lot of people, along with Tiara. I’m alone in the church, and that’s where the gangster finds me. He’s furious and he asks me where Tiara is, and I tell him that she’s outside.

He opens the door of the church, and tries to take us both away. That was the point where I frantically asked for help: “Help, these people are trying to abduct us!”. The people there immediately responded to my cry for help, and a fight ensued. It was a short fight. The gangster and his men were overpowered with ease when everybody did their part. It was a victory, and after that, I immediately woke up.

Deciphering this dream was easy. It really felt that it was custom-tailored for me. The gangster represents my own demons. They have hurt me in various ways and they simply wait for me to die. It’s a waiting game for them. Getting away from my own demons would be difficult, a bumpy road, but it’s doable. Ignore them won’t work, as it was evident by the first, failing attempt to escape.

The fact that I drove away from the scene is also something significant for me. You see, one of my biggest fears is driving. I have a European driver’s license (that I managed to get with great difficulty many years ago), but I don’t have a Californian one, so I can’t drive where I currently live. I haven’t driven for years. Truth is, I’m scared to death of driving, one of the reasons being that I have a rather bad 3D perspective, so I usually bump into things all the time in my daily life. However, the dream insinuated that after some effort, such a liberation is possible. Obviously, being able to drive opens new paths in one’s life.

The church I then find myself into, is the Church of my own Mind. It’s where I ran to and I falsely believed to be safe. But contrary to religious beliefs, that’s where you are most vulnerable, because you’re alone. So when evil opens the door to take you away, that’s where all the other people come into play. Evil thinks that taking you away from your Church is what it needs to do to win, but it’s also its own demise, because by dragging you out, it itself also gets exposed. All you have to do in that case, is simply ask for help.

Now, who is Tiara? Well, that’s an interesting one. Tiara symbolizes my Salvation. My ascension, my liberation, my freedom — be it from a religious, psychoanalytic, or any other kind point of view. The name “Tiara” is a very smart name that my subconscious chose to title that presence. More spiritual people would recognize the link between a tiara and the Crown Chakra, which is the consciousness level of God.

Long story short, this was a dream that taught me that “salvation” does not come via a monastic life (that I pretty much now live), but by living, interacting and integrating with other humans. You can’t find Oneness all by yourself and with yourself, because you’re only a part of the whole. You can only find it when the multiplicity becomes One. You can experience Oneness via meditation or entheogens, but it never lasts. True Oneness comes only when we stick together with others.

French philosopher Jean-Paul Sartre once said that “Hell is other people”. That might be true, but Salvation only comes through other people. There is no progress without struggle and without cooperation to overcome it.

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    Tiara" by Eugenia Loli.

    There comes a time in the lives of everyone of us where we hit a wall. We are hurt and we can’t get back up. We lose the will to live, to fight. I’m in such a situation lately, if you were to figure out from my now-sporadic collage work. Truth is, I feel very alone during the day (my husband calls me a “very private extrovert”), and can’t find meaning on anything.

    It was 4 AM last night, with tears in my eyes when I asked for help, from whoever was listening. Maybe a lucid dream would be nice, where I could have a conversation with my subconscious, to try to put things in order. Well, whoever listened, delivered. It didn’t come in a form of a lucid dream, but one of these dreams where you know that it’s a metaphor for something else. The educational type.

    In the dream, I was male (not very common for me to switch roles in my dreams). I had a girlfriend, called Tiara. An evil gangster and his cohorts attacked and killed 4-5 people in a big, isolated house. Tiara and I tried to help the situation, but we failed. To stop me, the gangster fired some very large arrows at me. The arrows got me in my two palms, my arm, and my leg.

    I could feel pain while in the dream. I was not bleeding, but I was slowly dying. Instead of giving me a blow to kill me for good, he left me to fade away slowly. Tiara was unhurt, but also could not help me. I needed to get away, to get to a doctor, and to save my girlfriend.

    We tried to escape once, by pretty much trying to slip right past the guards, but we were found and brought back to the house. But I didn’t give up, I tried to escape again, this time taking the rough way out. Behind the house there was a path, difficult to cross, but it would ensure that the guards would not see us. We made it to my car that was parked nearby, and I drove away!

    The next thing I know, I’m still hurt, but I’m inside a church, St Paraskevi. That’s the main church in the mountainous Greek village I come from. Outside, there are a lot of people, along with Tiara. I’m alone in the church, and that’s where the gangster finds me. He’s furious and he asks me where Tiara is, and I tell him that she’s outside.

    He opens the door of the church, and tries to take us both away. That was the point where I frantically asked for help: “Help, these people are trying to abduct us!”. The people there immediately responded to my cry for help, and a fight ensued. It was a short fight. The gangster and his men were overpowered with ease when everybody did their part. It was a victory, and after that, I immediately woke up.

    Deciphering this dream was easy. It really felt that it was custom-tailored for me. The gangster represents my own demons. They have hurt me in various ways and they simply wait for me to die. It’s a waiting game for them. Getting away from my own demons would be difficult, a bumpy road, but it’s doable. Ignore them won’t work, as it was evident by the first, failing attempt to escape.

    The fact that I drove away from the scene is also something significant for me. You see, one of my biggest fears is driving. I have a European driver’s license (that I managed to get with great difficulty many years ago), but I don’t have a Californian one, so I can’t drive where I currently live. I haven’t driven for years. Truth is, I’m scared to death of driving, one of the reasons being that I have a rather bad 3D perspective, so I usually bump into things all the time in my daily life. However, the dream insinuated that after some effort, such a liberation is possible. Obviously, being able to drive opens new paths in one’s life.

    The church I then find myself into, is the Church of my own Mind. It’s where I ran to and I falsely believed to be safe. But contrary to religious beliefs, that’s where you are most vulnerable, because you’re alone. So when evil opens the door to take you away, that’s where all the other people come into play. Evil thinks that taking you away from your Church is what it needs to do to win, but it’s also its own demise, because by dragging you out, it itself also gets exposed. All you have to do in that case, is simply ask for help.

    Now, who is Tiara? Well, that’s an interesting one. Tiara symbolizes my Salvation. My ascension, my liberation, my freedom — be it from a religious, psychoanalytic, or any other kind point of view. The name “Tiara” is a very smart name that my subconscious chose to title that presence. More spiritual people would recognize the link between a tiara and the Crown Chakra, which is the consciousness level of God.

    Long story short, this was a dream that taught me that “salvation” does not come via a monastic life (that I pretty much now live), but by living, interacting and integrating with other humans. You can’t find Oneness all by yourself and with yourself, because you’re only a part of the whole. You can only find it when the multiplicity becomes One. You can experience Oneness via meditation or entheogens, but it never lasts. True Oneness comes only when we stick together with others.

    French philosopher Jean-Paul Sartre once said that “Hell is other people”. That might be true, but Salvation only comes through other people. There is no progress without struggle and without cooperation to overcome it.

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  15. “The Three Moirai" by Eugenia Loli.

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    The Three Moirai" by Eugenia Loli.

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