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Is it working? Do I have to change anything? Do I feel good about it? . . . . . #artiststudiolife #artistatwork #procreate #inthestudio #discoverart #artistoftheday #process #feelthemoment #meditateart #followtheform #concentrate #meditateart #uniquemoment #zenpainting #zensketch #emptymind #floatinthemoment #floatintime #stopthinking #rawvision #colourplay #pottery #vase #vasepainting #vaseart #pittasso #tasosperachoritis (at Athens, Greece) https://www.instagram.com/p/Ci5i0cXLoBY/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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Is it working? Do I have to change anything? Do I feel good about it? . . . . . #artiststudiolife #artistatwork #procreate #inthestudio #discoverart #artistoftheday #process #feelthemoment #meditateart #followtheform #concentrate #meditateart #uniquemoment #zenpainting #zensketch #emptymind #floatinthemoment #floatintime #stopthinking #rawvision #colourplay #pottery #vase #vasepainting #vaseart #pittasso #tasosperachoritis (at Athens, Greece) https://www.instagram.com/p/Ci5ie3ILDph/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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Coffee Divination and Painting One of the first stimuli of my childhood was the coffee divination. I remember my mother looking forward to the arrival of her friend, the "tribal witch" who, if only she had the inspiration, would "read" her coffee. Usually I wasn't in front, but many times he told me the coffee too. I remember her saying to me: do you see this? It's a road, do you see that? It's a door. Do you see the other one? It is a first name. As a lover of science, I can't say that I believed in this, but I learned to see forms, shapes in an amorphous mass. Many years later, I like to do the same in painting. To usually apply fluid material to a surface, such as ink or watered acrylic, and observe forms on it, keeping them untouched or helping them emerge a little, with as little intervention as possible. Thus the work will contain the element of chance as a basis, but will ultimately be shaped by a subtle but crucial human intervention. #coffeedivination #soothsaying #tasosperachoritis #pittasso #compulsiveart #expressionismdrawing #handmadeart #magic #artcollector #oeuvre #originalartwork #existance #collectart #artwatcher #artlover #floatintime #artcurator #curator #emptymind #PrimitiveArt #abstractart #handmadear (at Athens, Greece) https://www.instagram.com/p/CivJr_lrAy9/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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What do you see in this picture?🧐 . . . Available at : Etsy.com/shop/pittasso . . . . . . . #nudëmodël #nudeportrait #posing #nudepainting #surrealism #surrealart #fishpainting #divingart #fishtail #whale #whaleart #fanrasy #seadive #minimalpainting #floatinthemoment #floatintime #visualize #shapeshifter #abstractingthelandscape #expressiveart #originalartwork #handmadeartist #artlover #artcurators ##artcollector #Etsy (at Athens, Greece) https://www.instagram.com/p/Ch9tS1zKYi7/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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"Ink landscape" 2020 ----------------+ 8.2x11.6in #inkonpaper #tasosperachoritis #pittasso Available on Etsy Etsy.com/shop/pittasso . . No expectations, intuition, διαίσθη��η . . The actual procedure that I normally follow in the creation process, is first, emptying my mind, then apply randomly (?) the material into the surface, then "playing" with the material until something comes up. Finally I follow whatever form comes up, until I feel satisfied, using intuition. . . #intuitionprocess #intuitionpainter #noexpectations #noexpectationsart #noexpectationspainter #expressionismdrawing #handmadepainting #originalartwork #artcollector #oeuvre #dystopia #existance #collectart #artwatcher #artlover #artcurator #curator #emptymind #floatintime #PrimitiveArt #abstractart #handmadeart #floatintime #originalartwork #zenpainting #feelthemoment #meditateart (at Athens, Greece) https://www.instagram.com/p/CihN2mVLx-R/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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"Ink landscape" 2020 ----------------+ 8.2x11.6in #inkonpaper #tasosperachoritis #pittasso Available on Etsy Etsy.com/shop/pittasso . . No expectations, intuition, διαίσθηση . . The actual procedure that I normally follow in the creation process, is first, emptying my mind, then apply randomly (?) the material into the surface, then "playing" with the material until something comes up. Finally I follow whatever form comes up, until I feel satisfied, using intuition. . . #intuitionprocess #intuitionpainter #noexpectations #noexpectationsart #noexpectationspainter #expressionismdrawing #handmadepainting #originalartwork #artcollector #oeuvre #dystopia #existance #collectart #artwatcher #artlover #artcurator #curator #emptymind #floatintime #PrimitiveArt #abstractart #handmadeart #floatintime #originalartwork #zenpainting #feelthemoment #meditateart (at Athens, Greece) https://www.instagram.com/p/CihM_Mjr3SI/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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Not Just Ill: Redefining My Chronic Condition

Dealing with an invisible chronic illness isn’t easy. Beyond the fatigue, physical pain, and brain fog, there’s another layer of struggle: people don’t see how unwell you are. They see the outside—maybe a sun-kissed face, some makeup, a well-put-together outfit, a warm greeting—and they draw their own conclusions.

They see you show up at a birthday party and think, “She must be doing better.” They don’t know that you had to sleep for two hours beforehand and will now be in bed—or glued to the couch—for the next three to five days because you went. They ask how you're doing, and you say, “I'm fine.” Not because it’s true, but because sometimes you're simply tired of talking about being sick.

In my case, I really do get sick of talking about being sick.

So yes, people sometimes assume I’m better than I am. Some may even think I exaggerate my illness. After all, lots of people are tired—and they still get up and go to work. Why can’t I?

It’s okay. I understand how society copes with things it can’t see or make sense of: it labels, defines, reduces. It filters experience through its own lens so the unfamiliar becomes manageable. Living with an invisible illness for the past five years has taught me to tune out those voices. I’ve learned to define myself based on my own sense of worth, not the value placed on me by others.

When ‘Illness” becomes “Disability”

Still, that definition of self took a jolt last week. While doing research for my book on invisible illnesses, I came across something unexpected: several major health organizations now classify my condition as an invisible disability. That word stopped me cold.

According to the World Health Organization’s World Report on Disability (2011), disability is defined using the International Classification of Functioning, Disability and Health (ICF), which breaks down functioning into three interconnected categories:

Impairments: problems with body function or structure

Activity limitations: difficulties in executing tasks or actions

Participation restrictions: challenges with involvement in life situations

Disability, then, isn’t about one diagnosis—it’s about how health conditions interact with personal and environmental barriers to limit engagement in life. The ICF uses neutral language and doesn’t distinguish between physical or mental origins. If your condition affects your ability to function and participate fully, it qualifies.

Suddenly, I found myself staring at the screen thinking: Wait. You mean I’m disabled?

The word “disability” has always carried a specific image in my mind—something concrete, visible, undeniable. I never thought to put my illness, or any chronic illness, in that category. Illness felt like a challenge, something to fight, to manage, to overcome. Disability felt... definitive. Permanent.

But that’s the thing: having a chronic illness is a disability. It impacts my ability to participate in society. It limits what I can do. It interferes with basic functioning. And it’s real, whether people see it or not.

Seeing the Unseen

According to Hidden Disabilities Sunflower, one in six people globally live with a disability. Of those, an estimated 80% are non-visible. That’s over a billion people, most of them unseen—and undervalued. Yet every one of them has something meaningful to offer. We want to engage. We want to be included. We deserve the space to contribute.

Maybe “disability” is a better word after all. “Illness” often implies recovery is coming, or should be. There’s an unspoken apology in it, a pressure to heal. “Disability,” on the other hand, demands society’s acceptance. It calls for accessibility, empathy, and policy that affirms our worth.

So here I am: a woman with an invisible disability. And an awful lot to give—to those who acknowledge my boundaries, honor my integrity, and respect my value. 

Maybe it’s time we all reconsider what disability really looks like—and who we assume doesn’t carry it.

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...One of these times that the artwork painted itself ! It reminds me just how simple and straightforward art should be. Μια από εκείνες τις φορές που το έργο ζωγραφίζεται μόνο του. Δε με είχε καν προειδοποιήσει . . . . . . . #Acrylicsonpaper #impressionism #yellowdress #blueflowers #floral #floraldresses #colorsketch #femalemodel #femalepainting #10x7 artcollector #oeuvredart #artlover #artcurator #curator #museumart #useum #tasosperachoritis #followtheform #concentrate #meditateart #uniquemoment #zenpainting #zensketch #emptymind #floatinthemoment #floatintime (at Athens, Greece) https://www.instagram.com/p/CiAMpEkqWNq/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=