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    I created a small "Self-Portfolio" to showcase the world who I am. :) You can check more of my work on Behance: https://www.behance.net/glykeria You can find more of my social media here: http://coso.me/bethesun

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    I created a small "Self-Portfolio" to showcase the world who I am. :) You can check more of my work on Behance: https://www.behance.net/glykeria You can find more of my social media here: http://coso.me/bethesun

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    Self Portfolio

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    Glykeria
    I created a small "Self-Portfolio" to showcase the world who I am. :) You can check more of my work on Behance: https://www.behance.net/glykeria You can find more of my social media here: http://coso.me/bethesun

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    A Self-Portfolio

    I?
    am
    Who
    I am a writer.
    Trapped
    The second time his webcam activated on its own - that tiny green light affirming his
    worries - he snapped. He unplugged the device and threw it with force on the ground,
    breaking it as easily as the previous one. He knew they were on to him, but the location of
    his discoveries should have been safe. He was wrong.
    No more than three seconds later he received a text message from anon56. “They’ve
    cracked it” it read and it took all of his strength to not bury his phone in the same graveyard
    as his webcam. ‘Is that the end?’ he thought. He knew he had no other choice but to ask help
    from her. Of all people who stabbed him in the back, she had been his greatest enemy; the
    source of it all. She had been his Savior and Death at the same time. He couldn’t trust her
    but she knew the way around the system like no one else did. He took a deep breath.
    “Hey Siri”, he almost whispered. “Get me out of this”.

    Opposites
    Perfect, precise and colorful lines
    were marked on white canvas. He
    Tiny scribbles on papers with wrinkles He was adored by everyone, and
    were spread across his apartment. everyone thought they knew him for who
    She used lines to express her joy. he was; his secrets, his jokes, his ethical
    He used letters to express his sorrow. values and what he stood for. Everyone
    knew him for who he was – yet no one knew
    She felt free when he read her his stories. him for how he felt. And he felt deeply
    He felt trapped when he looked at her beauty. without remorse; he found himself
    His self-undoing never managed to bring her falling without a protective net.
    down. Her joyful nature never managed to lift They’d never understand why he
    him up. did it; his broad shoulders and pale face,
    When time came he couldn’t tolerate her unfit for that casket.
    vivid colors anymore, they parted ways.
    Her canvases turned black. His writing
    got better.

    2
    I am an artist.

    Run Away | Digital art | Photoshop

    Ithaca | Traditional art | Acrylic colors on canvas

    A Forgotten Truth | Traditional & Digital art

    3
    I am a dreamer.

    The Seer | Photomanipulation


    4
    I am a s
    tr
    g
    a nger.

    Be the Sun | My Youtube Channel on Meditation

    A waken
    U M nveil
    anifest

    5
    I am PASsiONate
    CC ORGANIZED
    RR Intelligent
    E
    E Na
    ïve
    AA Restless
    T
    T Calm
    II
    VV C O
    T C
    H
    E
    E A I
    I am a person.

    7
    I am
    me.
    Who are
    you?

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