Κωνσταντόπουλος Διονύσης
Konstantópoulos Dionýsis
Ο Διονύσης Π. Κωνσταντόπουλος γεννήθηκε στη Ζάκυνθο το 1965. Είναι τελειόφοιτος Αρχιτεκτονικής της Πολυτεχνικής Σχολής του Αριστοτελείου Πανεπιστημίου Θεσσαλονίκης. Έλαβε μέρος σε τρεις Bienalle, ενώ συμμετείχε σε ομαδικές εκθέσεις με θέμα τα comiks και την εικονογράφηση. Συνεργάζεται μόνιμα με το Κέντρο Εκπαιδευτικών Προγραμμάτων και Επικοινωνίας του υπουργείου Πολιτισμού. Στο πλαίσιο αυτής της συνεργασίας επιμελήθηκε το σχεδιασμό και την εικονογράφηση παιδικών εκπαιδευτικών εντύπων και, πρόσφατα, του εκπαιδευτικού φακέλου της διεθνούς έκθεσης του ΥΠ.ΠΟ. "Μουσών Δώρα" και του καταλόγου των Εκπαιδευτικών Δράσεων του ΥΠ.ΠΟ. για το ευρωπαϊκό έτος ΑμεΑ (2003). Επίσης σχεδίασε και εικονογράφησε εκπαιδευτικά προγράματα, ενώ έχει εικονογραφήσει και επιμεληθεί λευκώματα και και παιδικά βιβλία. Από το 1987 έως το 2003 εργασίες του έχουν δημοσιευτεί σε πολλά περιοδικά και εφημερίδες.
The Two Gold Beads
Δούκα Μάνια
Φυτράκης Α.Ε. (1998)
I believe you've heard of the clay spindle-wheel that hung, so many years ago, from the spindle of a distaff. One day, it decided it couldn't bear it anymore, and escaped through an open window... Well, that was the same night that it came to my bedroom. "I know eight beautiful stories", it sang, and then spun around in front of me, perfectly round and shining bright. I blew it a kiss and the spindle-wheel sparkled and flew up high above the clouds. But I saw it again. I came to my bedroom, eight evenings in a row. Every night, twirling round happily, it would tell me a...
The Harvest Festival
Δούκα Μάνια
Φυτράκης Α.Ε. (1998)
I believe you've heard of the clay spindle-wheel that hung, so many years ago, from the spindle of a distaff. One day, it decided it couldn't bear it anymore, and escaped through an open window... Well, that was the same night that it came to my bedroom. "I know eight beautiful stories", it sang, and then spun around in front of me, perfectly round and shining bright. I blew it a kiss and the spindle-wheel sparkled and flew up high above the clouds. But I saw it again. I came to my bedroom, eight evenings in a row. Every night, twirling round happily, it would tell me a...
The Story of the Dagger
Δούκα Μάνια
Φυτράκης Α.Ε. (1998)
I believe you've heard of the clay spindle-wheel that hung, so many years ago, from the spindle of a distaff. One day, it decided it couldn't bear it anymore, and escaped through an open window... Well, that was the same night that it came to my bedroom. "I know eight beautiful stories", it sang, and then spun around in front of me, perfectly round and shining bright. I blew it a kiss and the spindle-wheel sparkled and flew up high above the clouds. But I saw it again. I came to my bedroom, eight evenings in a row. Every night, twirling round happily, it would tell me a...
The Secret of the Vase
Δούκα Μάνια
Φυτράκης Α.Ε. (1998)
I believe you've heard of the clay spindle-wheel that hung, so many years ago, from the spindle of a distaff. One day, it decided it couldn't bear it anymore, and escaped through an open window... Well, that was the same night that it came to my bedroom. "I know eight beautiful stories", it sang, and then spun around in front of me, perfectly round and shining bright. I blew it a kiss and the spindle-wheel sparkled and flew up high above the clouds. But I saw it again. I came to my bedroom, eight evenings in a row. Every night, twirling round happily, it would tell me a...
The Two Gold Snakes
Δούκα Μάνια
Φυτράκης Α.Ε. (1998)
I believe you've heard of the clay spindle-wheel that hung, so many years ago, from the spindle of a distaff. One day, it decided it couldn't bear it anymore, and escaped through an open window... Well, that was the same night that it came to my bedroom. "I know eight beautiful stories", it sang, and then spun around in front of me, perfectly round and shining bright. I blew it a kiss and the spindle-wheel sparkled and flew up high above the clouds. But I saw it again. I came to my bedroom, eight evenings in a row. Every night, twirling round happily, it would tell me a...
The Blue Bird and the Prince's Crown
Δούκα Μάνια
Φυτράκης Α.Ε. (1998)
I believe you've heard of the clay spindle-wheel that hung, so many years ago, from the spindle of a distaff. One day, it decided it couldn't bear it anymore, and escaped through an open window... Well, that was the same night that it came to my bedroom. "I know eight beautiful stories", it sang, and then spun around in front of me, perfectly round and shining bright. I blew it a kiss and the spindle-wheel sparkled and flew up high above the clouds. But I saw it again. I came to my bedroom, eight evenings in a row. Every night, twirling round happily, it would tell me a...
The Pipe Song
Δούκα Μάνια
Φυτράκης Α.Ε. (1998)
I believe you've heard of the clay spindle-wheel that hung, so many years ago, from the spindle of a distaff. One day, it decided it couldn't bear it anymore, and escaped through an open window... Well, that was the same night that it came to my bedroom. "I know eight beautiful stories", it sang, and then spun around in front of me, perfectly round and shining bright. I blew it a kiss and the spindle-wheel sparkled and flew up high above the clouds. But I saw it again. I came to my bedroom, eight evenings in a row. Every night, twirling round happily, it would tell me a...
The Seven Cycladic Ships
Δούκα Μάνια
Φυτράκης Α.Ε. (1998)
I believe you've heard of the clay spindle-wheel that hung, so many years ago, from the spindle of a distaff. One day, it decided it couldn't bear it anymore, and escaped through an open window... Well, that was the same night that it came to my bedroom. "I know eight beautiful stories", it sang, and then spun around in front of me, perfectly round and shining bright. I blew it a kiss and the spindle-wheel sparkled and flew up high above the clouds. But I saw it again. I came to my bedroom, eight evenings in a row. Every night, twirling round happily, it would tell me a...
Η Μυρσίνη και η ιερή χήνα
Δούκα Μάνια
Ίνδικτος (2000)
Μια ιστορία με ήρωες από τη συλλογή των γλυπτών του Εθνικού Μουσείου
Myrsene and the Sacred Goose
Δούκα Μάνια
Ίνδικτος (2000)
A story with heroes from the sculpture collection of the National Archaeological Museum in Athens.