Biography

Epilogue

A Journey Beyond Lines and Borders

I have always walked a path that circles rather than stretches straight.

Through art, nature, and sacred rituals, I weave stories of the soul and the earth.

From the fields of my childhood to the towering skyscrapers and vibrant technology hubs of America, then back to the ancient rhythms of Mexico’s deserts and the mountain of South America, my odyssey is one of transformation and remembrance.

Today, I guide others to reconnect with their essence through creative and healing workshops inspired by my travels and teachings.

What follows is not a résumé, but the soul’s path — a living map drawn through movement, transformation, and memory.

From Sky to Earth

I was born on an August night in 1971, under a bright full moon in the land of Corinth, into a family of farmers.

My childhood was earthy — barefoot in nature. I learned with my body. I observed the phases of the moon, the blooming and fading of flowers, the ever-shifting dance of people. From a young age, I was connected to the invisible — to the energy of things. The planets were already in orbit.

At school, I struggled. Dyslexia forced me to see in images. It taught me to listen with my heart, to remember with my body.

At 14, I left school and worked in the fields with my parents. But at 18, from a deep inner will, I returned to the classroom.

The Circle of Education

In 1993, I began the great journey — to America. To spirit, to art, to learning.
I studied Fine Arts at Columbia College in Chicago.
There, I encountered the city, a different culture, technology — and a part of my soul I hadn’t yet met. I understood then: my relationship with art is not academic. It is ritualistic.

Creation, for me, is a language that doesn’t speak — a rite of passage, a tool of alchemy. It is my soul remembering.
The land of America held me for seven years. And then, it let me fly.
My soul was searching for its other half: a return to the body, to soil, to ether.

The Bicycle Odyssey

Penelope no longer stays at home

She weaves, unweaves, travels, heals

She writes with paper and code

It was time to fulfill a childhood dream — to live like Odysseus.

My own Odyssey.

I began my Bicycle Odyssey, a year-and-a-half-long journey starting from the coast of Los Angeles, cycling through Baja California via Tijuana, crossing mountains, deserts, and remote villages.

A solitary journey — but never alone. The sky accompanied me.

I slept under starlit skies, flirting with the ether, the galaxies as my shield.

The desert became a teacher. It spoke to me in the language of initiates. It became a prayer.

Then came the water.

I paddled by kayak, following the current like a voice — a journey through the Mar de Cortés: 15 days on the sea, becoming one with the lunar tide, embraced by water and sun.

There, in Mexico, a portal opened — the circle of remembrance began:

The teachings of the shamans
First degree Reiki
Initiation into Janzu
The body’s return to flow

The Astral Paths

After the Mexican desert, I returned to Greece. More bicycle and walking pilgrimages followed:

A round trip through the Peloponnese, accompanied by silence, listening to the footsteps of my ancestors

A climb to Mount Olympus, hearing the whispers of the Gods affirming I was on the right path — though a long one

A walking journey from the France–Spain border to Barcelona, to visit Dalí’s first house and his museum

Then after few years, South America

Each route, an astral corridor.

Each circle, a primal mark on my body.

Each journey opened the path to the next Odyssey.

I arrived in Peru. Starting in Lima, I climbed to Cusco and walked the sacred path to Machu Picchu. I ascended those highlands, listening to stones speak of astronomical alignments — of the language of stars.

The planets beat inside me like drums. Astrology became, for me, not a tool of prediction — but the poetry of the soul in time. An ancient geometry of being.

From there, I crossed to Lake Titicaca — sacred water, mirror of the sky. I descended into Bolivia, to La Paz, and boarded an old train that connected mountain to jungle — a railway between worlds. I reached the border of Brazil — entered another energy, another rhythm, another language.

At the carnival of Rio de Janeiro, joy and dance — and eventually the north: Bahia. I lived in Brazil for a while. I learned so much. There, I discovered the art of paper. Handmade, recycled — a practice that slowly evolved into my own method and workshop.

In every country I live in or travel through, I collect natural materials from the earth and create visual artworks that carry the imprint of place. It became my medium for storytelling. Each sheet of paper, a map of memory.

The Return to Ithaca

The circle brought me back — like a feather, light. I am myself, the soul.

After 33 years in faraway lands, I returned to Corinth. Not to settle, but to breathe differently the land that birthed me. I came back to meet my parents again — as souls. To clear the thread of the family, to soften the memory.

I walked the paths of my youth with different eyes. I tasted the fruits of the garden with another tongue. I saw the shadows with a new light. The energy flowed through me.

The return was not an end. It was a spiral. A quiet, subtle circle that completed itself — and opened a new one: with lighter roots, and a heart more open to the sky.

New Cycle of Leaving an Etheric Imprint

All I have lived, all I have healed, all I have created — is a navigator, ether and essence. I weave together art, energy, somatic memory, and soul. Everything I offer — therapeutic or artistic — comes from a single source: the reconnection with the Self, with Nature, with the World, and with the Universe.

This is my work today: To open portals for others. To create spaces where feminine and masculine reconcile. They dance.

The art, the healing, the workshops — are the expression of the etheric imprint I carry.

Ithaca lives within me.

And now I can become a guide.

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