EVA DIVARI

BIOGRAPHY

She was born in Athens, where she lives and works. She studied at the Doxiadis School of Art under professors such as the painters P.Zoumboulakis and D. Mytaras, the engravers T. Katsoulidis and P. Gravalos, and the sculptors G.Parmakelis and Georgiadis. She worked as a graphic and layout artist and illustrated many books and other printed works. She spent ten years traveling on commercial ships allover the world enriching her knowledge and her gaze while continuing to paint. Her works will be found in many collections in Greece and abroad. Most of these paintings are in public and private collections. SOLO EXHIBITIONS 1994 Palaion Faliron Art Gallery 1996 "Democritus" Art Gallery 1997 "Holiday", Eretria 1998 "Kyklos" Art Gallery, Cyprus 1999 " Apocalypse/' Art Gallery I Cyprus 2001 '/Epistrofi" Art Gallery, Athens 2001 Marine Club, Pireus 2001 "P.O.I.A.TH/' , Mikrolimano 2002 "Selini" Art Gallery, Kifisia GROUP EXHIBITIONS 1995 "Anemos'l Art Gallery, Kifisia 1997 Cultural Center of the Thessaloniki Prefecture 1999 'Apocalypse" Art Gallery, Cyprus 1999 'Arilithos" Art Gallery, Crete 2000 I Apocalypse" Art Gallery, Cyprus SHIPYARD The rust is dripping becoming blood. Carmine and vermilion and thick varnish. Rot and paint like a palette. Oil on the ground mirroring the sun and the sky. Clouds moving in it, the shape changes. The oil became a pool on the iron-plate and the rust, the plastic points, together with the clouds that are traveling in the transparent mirror. Huge bolts and large forms given by the sculptor to hungry eyes and time and mature came, with their own paint-brush, to exhibit, like great artists, great monuments here, in the shipyard of Skaramangas. Divine colors originating from the dark. Stifling breaths released, remnants of hard efforts. Proud and modest, without a soul but with shape. Works of art without destination. In the bowels of the vessel, double-bottom cut; seems like lave from a volcano, thick and hardened. Shadows and forms and splices, elaborated through time and chiseled with untold effort. They move in the colors of earth and fire, they wear out from the liquid element and they spill-out screaming on the canvas. Iron birds, starting from the tanks and ready to fly. They leave garbage and stench. Dirty, dripping fluids and thick spots. Around them the technicians like ants. The engines like a beehive buzzing. The rust is charting the landscape! And me, I find all this magical. I dip my brush into the natural paint and a spread the shipyard on the canvas. Eva Divari