Those Red Shoes
Amy
Cypriot Tale
Where Are The Roots?
Geraniums
Lull In The City
Say It With Hearts
Heart Of The Matter
Funky Composition
Together
Rainbow Colours
Winter Morning
Colours Of Abu Dhabi
Bird Hidden In Leaf
Say It With Hearts In Green Pasture
Whirlpool Of Affection
Those Red Shoes
Amy
Cypriot Tale
Where Are The Roots?
Geraniums
Lull In The City
Say It With Hearts
Heart Of The Matter
Funky Composition
Together
Rainbow Colours
Winter Morning
Colours Of Abu Dhabi
Bird Hidden In Leaf
Say It With Hearts In Green Pasture
Whirlpool Of Affection
Acrylic on canvas
acrylic on canvas
acrylic on canvas
acrylic on water-colour paper
acrylic on canvas
acrylic on canvas
acrylic on watercolour paper
acrylic on canvas
acrylic on canvas
acrylic on canvas
acrylic on canvas
acrylic on aquarelle paper
acrylic on canvas panel
acrylic on canvas
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mixed media
not for sale
acrylic on wood panel
acrylic on wood panel
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acrylic on wood panel
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Available
acrylic on paper
acrylic on wooden panel
acrylic on canvas panel
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acrylic on paper
private collection Cyprus
acrylic on canvas panel
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acrylic on canvas
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acrylic on canvas
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acrylic on water-colour board
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acrylic on water-colour paper
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oil on paper
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acrylic on water-colour board
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acrylic on water-colour board
private collection Qatar
acrylic on canvas
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acrylic on paper
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acrylic on paper
private collection Cyprus
acrylic on water-colour board
private collection Iran
acrylic on canvas panel
private collection London
acrylic on water-colour board
private collection Qatar
acrylic on paper
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acrylic on paper
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acrylic on canvas
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acrylic on paper
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acrylic on paper
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acrylic on canvas
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acrylic on water-colour board
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acrylic on water-colour board
Pvt collection Qatar
acrylic on canvas
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acrylic on water-colour board
Private collection Qatar
acrylic on paper
donated to be auctioned in Dubai
acrylic on paper
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acrylic on canvas
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acrylic on paper
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acrylic on paper
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acrylic on paper
Private collection Qatar
acrylic on paper
private collection Qatar
acrylic on paper
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private collection Cyprus
acrylic on paper
private collection Cyprus
acrylic on paper
private collection Cyprus
acrylic on paper
private collection Cyprus
acrylic on paper
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acrylic on canvas panel
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acrylic on canvas
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acrylic on paper
private collection Cyprus
acrylic on water-colour board
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acrylic on paper
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acrylic on water-colour board
available
acrylic on water-colour board
artist's private collection
acrylic on paper
private collection Cyprus
acrylic on paper
private collection Cyprus
acrylic on paper
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acrylic on board
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acrylic on paper
private collection UAE
acrylic on paper
private collection Cyprus
acrylic on paper
private collection Cyprus
acrylic on paper
available
acrylic on paper
available
acrylic on paper
donated to be auctioned in Dubai
acrylic on water-colour board
available
acrylic on water color board
available
acrylic on paper
available
acrylic on canvas
available
acrylic on canvas
available
acrylic on canvas
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acrylic on paper
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acrylic on water-colour paper
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acrylic on water-colour board
private collection Cyprus
acrylic on paper
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acrylic on paper
private collection Dubai (UAE)
acrylic on canvas
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acrylic on paper
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acrylic on water-colour board
private collection England
acrylic on paper
artist's private collection
acrylic on paper
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acrylic on canvas panal
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acrylic on canvas board
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acrylic on paper
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acrylic on canvas
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acrylic on paper
private collection UAE
MEET THE ARTIST
ABOUT ME
Pepi Martin (née Peproneh Iltchibekian) was born in Tabriz, Iran. She came to Cyprus in 1998 with her family: at first expecting to stay for two years, in fact Limassol has become her adopted home. There were also two five year periods living in Abu Dhabi and Doha, returning to Cyprus in August 2016.
In Cyprus, she attended Ms Helene Black’s art studio and ArteMisiA Salon of the Artists under Ms Marilena Aristotelous’ tutelage. In Abu Dhabi she attended the Cultural Foundation’s Art Workshop; the tutor there, Ms Ufuk Kobas, introduced Pepi to texturing, encouraged her to work freely and guided her on techniques for collage. In Qatar she set up her own studio and worked independently and diligently in what was rather an isolated environment.
From a young age Pepi has loved painting and pays great attention to details. She works mostly in acrylic and occasionally pencil, charcoal, pastel and watercolour. Pepi’s paintings are in private collections in Cyprus, England, Lebanon, Qatar, Russia, the UAE and the USA.
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ART
POETRY
Regrets
Regrets, we all have
Some major, others minor
Oftentimes the mind gets crowded with
“if only’s” and “I wish”
That’s the norm
Regrets belong to the past
Unwelcome guests in the “now”
Lessons learned not to repeat
Thoughts stored in a box marked “obsolete”
That’s how it should be.
Some major, others minor
Oftentimes the mind gets crowded with
“if only’s” and “I wish”
That’s the norm
Regrets belong to the past
Unwelcome guests in the “now”
Lessons learned not to repeat
Thoughts stored in a box marked “obsolete”
That’s how it should be.
Limassol, July 2018
Lady Diana
Born a Lady
Died a Lady
Prince charming asked her hand
Heart fluttered
With a shy smile she said “Yes”
Fairy-tale wedding followed
Adorned by a diamond tiara
Lady became a Princess
She was put on a pedestal
Showered with adoration near and afar
Life dealt the cards
She was Queen of Hearts
He was Jack of Spades
Alas Queen of Spades present too
He broke her heart to smithereens
She tried hard to piece them together
‘They’ expected of her to ‘carry on.’
But she was defiant and resolute
She walked away from the sham partnership
She chose not to be part of the stifling triquetra
She was worthy of love and respect
Sadly he never reciprocated her love
Her gift to the nation, two adoring Princes
Unconditional love given to them in abundance
And lots of cuddles too that she never had
Taught them to be connected with mankind
The diadem and the given title taken away
‘They’ forgot that she was born a Lady
She was left with two sons, her precious gems
who will always love their fun-loving Mum
She lived with a broken heart
But it never stopped her emitting love
She will remain “Queen of Hearts”, always
Watching over her loved ones and this planet of ours
May God bless your soul, Lady D
You are in the hearts of many
True stars never die
They’ll always shine
Born a Lady
Died a Lady.
Died a Lady
Prince charming asked her hand
Heart fluttered
With a shy smile she said “Yes”
Fairy-tale wedding followed
Adorned by a diamond tiara
Lady became a Princess
She was put on a pedestal
Showered with adoration near and afar
Life dealt the cards
She was Queen of Hearts
He was Jack of Spades
Alas Queen of Spades present too
He broke her heart to smithereens
She tried hard to piece them together
‘They’ expected of her to ‘carry on.’
But she was defiant and resolute
She walked away from the sham partnership
She chose not to be part of the stifling triquetra
She was worthy of love and respect
Sadly he never reciprocated her love
Her gift to the nation, two adoring Princes
Unconditional love given to them in abundance
And lots of cuddles too that she never had
Taught them to be connected with mankind
The diadem and the given title taken away
‘They’ forgot that she was born a Lady
She was left with two sons, her precious gems
who will always love their fun-loving Mum
She lived with a broken heart
But it never stopped her emitting love
She will remain “Queen of Hearts”, always
Watching over her loved ones and this planet of ours
May God bless your soul, Lady D
You are in the hearts of many
True stars never die
They’ll always shine
Born a Lady
Died a Lady.
Limassol, April 2018
Silent Movies
Silent movies of the past
are reality of the modern time
Once upon a time
People used to talk to each other
The art of conversation ever present
Storytelling was part of daily life, the norm
Grandma narrated a story to the young and old
The tale was from her book of life
Some pages told time after time
One chapter always left out,
tucked away in the deepest crevice of her heart
The teahouse crowded with regulars
Smokey atmosphere and steamed windows
Samovar in the corner making a statement
Aromatic black tea filled in glass cups over and over
Travelling Sufi in awe of Shams Tabrizi and Rumi
On the stage talked about Love of God, Truth and Light vs Darkness
Shall we blame the modern lifestyle ?
Going for fast options, all false and hollow
Where communications are paperless
Letters and cards are a thing of the past
Trash offers are new tenants of our mailboxes
Silent movies of the past
are reality of the modern time.
are reality of the modern time
Once upon a time
People used to talk to each other
The art of conversation ever present
Storytelling was part of daily life, the norm
Grandma narrated a story to the young and old
The tale was from her book of life
Some pages told time after time
One chapter always left out,
tucked away in the deepest crevice of her heart
The teahouse crowded with regulars
Smokey atmosphere and steamed windows
Samovar in the corner making a statement
Aromatic black tea filled in glass cups over and over
Travelling Sufi in awe of Shams Tabrizi and Rumi
On the stage talked about Love of God, Truth and Light vs Darkness
Shall we blame the modern lifestyle ?
Going for fast options, all false and hollow
Where communications are paperless
Letters and cards are a thing of the past
Trash offers are new tenants of our mailboxes
Silent movies of the past
are reality of the modern time.
Limassol, July 2017
Regrets
Regrets, we all have
Some major, others minor
Oftentimes the mind gets crowded with
“if only’s” and “I wish”
That’s the norm
Regrets belong to the past
Unwelcome guests in the “now”
Lessons learned not to repeat
Thoughts stored in a box marked “obsolete”
That’s how it should be.
Some major, others minor
Oftentimes the mind gets crowded with
“if only’s” and “I wish”
That’s the norm
Regrets belong to the past
Unwelcome guests in the “now”
Lessons learned not to repeat
Thoughts stored in a box marked “obsolete”
That’s how it should be.
Limassol, July 2018
Copyright © Pepi Martin
Lady Diana
Born a Lady
Died a Lady
Prince charming asked her hand
Heart fluttered
With a shy smile she said “Yes”
Fairy-tale wedding followed
Adorned by a diamond tiara
Lady became a Princess
She was put on a pedestal
Showered with adoration near and afar
Life dealt the cards
She was Queen of Hearts
He was Jack of Spades
Alas Queen of Spades present too
He broke her heart to smithereens
She tried hard to piece them together
‘They’ expected of her to ‘carry on.’
But she was defiant and resolute
She walked away from the sham partnership
She chose not to be part of the stifling triquetra
She was worthy of love and respect
Sadly he never reciprocated her love
Her gift to the nation, two adoring Princes
Unconditional love given to them in abundance
And lots of cuddles too that she never had
Taught them to be connected with mankind
The diadem and the given title taken away
‘They’ forgot that she was born a Lady
She was left with two sons, her precious gems
who will always love their fun-loving Mum
She lived with a broken heart
But it never stopped her emitting love
She will remain “Queen of Hearts”, always
Watching over her loved ones and this planet of ours
May God bless your soul, Lady D
You are in the hearts of many
True stars never die
They’ll always shine
Born a Lady
Died a Lady.
Died a Lady
Prince charming asked her hand
Heart fluttered
With a shy smile she said “Yes”
Fairy-tale wedding followed
Adorned by a diamond tiara
Lady became a Princess
She was put on a pedestal
Showered with adoration near and afar
Life dealt the cards
She was Queen of Hearts
He was Jack of Spades
Alas Queen of Spades present too
He broke her heart to smithereens
She tried hard to piece them together
‘They’ expected of her to ‘carry on.’
But she was defiant and resolute
She walked away from the sham partnership
She chose not to be part of the stifling triquetra
She was worthy of love and respect
Sadly he never reciprocated her love
Her gift to the nation, two adoring Princes
Unconditional love given to them in abundance
And lots of cuddles too that she never had
Taught them to be connected with mankind
The diadem and the given title taken away
‘They’ forgot that she was born a Lady
She was left with two sons, her precious gems
who will always love their fun-loving Mum
She lived with a broken heart
But it never stopped her emitting love
She will remain “Queen of Hearts”, always
Watching over her loved ones and this planet of ours
May God bless your soul, Lady D
You are in the hearts of many
True stars never die
They’ll always shine
Born a Lady
Died a Lady.
Limassol, April 2018
Copyright © Pepi Martin
Silent Movies
Silent movies of the past
are reality of the modern time
Once upon a time
People used to talk to each other
The art of conversation ever present
Storytelling was part of daily life, the norm
Grandma narrated a story to the young and old
The tale was from her book of life
Some pages told time after time
One chapter always left out,
tucked away in the deepest crevice of her heart
The teahouse crowded with regulars
Smokey atmosphere and steamed windows
Samovar in the corner making a statement
Aromatic black tea filled in glass cups over and over
Travelling Sufi in awe of Shams Tabrizi and Rumi
On the stage talked about Love of God, Truth and Light vs Darkness
Shall we blame the modern lifestyle ?
Going for fast options, all false and hollow
Where communications are paperless
Letters and cards are a thing of the past
Trash offers are new tenants of our mailboxes
Silent movies of the past
are reality of the modern time.
are reality of the modern time
Once upon a time
People used to talk to each other
The art of conversation ever present
Storytelling was part of daily life, the norm
Grandma narrated a story to the young and old
The tale was from her book of life
Some pages told time after time
One chapter always left out,
tucked away in the deepest crevice of her heart
The teahouse crowded with regulars
Smokey atmosphere and steamed windows
Samovar in the corner making a statement
Aromatic black tea filled in glass cups over and over
Travelling Sufi in awe of Shams Tabrizi and Rumi
On the stage talked about Love of God, Truth and Light vs Darkness
Shall we blame the modern lifestyle ?
Going for fast options, all false and hollow
Where communications are paperless
Letters and cards are a thing of the past
Trash offers are new tenants of our mailboxes
Silent movies of the past
are reality of the modern time.
Limassol, July 2017
Copyright © Pepi Martin
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Copyright © Pepi Martin
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