PREMISSE

In Athens’ torpor, sitting down a tree, I waited for nightfall. As night sets in on the cityscape, artificial lights bring about a timely shift towards unheard of unveilings, fascinating reconciliations, and the frontier between objects seems to vanish to let them talk together in some unknown language.

I have come across the border between the world from above and that from below. Amongst the battles, the sensual delights and the landscapes that are blown forth by winds from another world, I have seen the infinitely live and abstract forms of troubled matter jostle and crave for eternity.

I have deciphered a palimpsest of death and words. I have witnessed the apparition of two white beings who seemed set on a never-ending face-to-face confrontation. This time, my imagination has paid a respectful tribute to memory in that improvised memorial.

I am a hunter of stories and secrets. Each of my photographs was designed to show a narrative abstraction to the spectators, to guide their eyes into the heart of a matter that was fashioned both by the forces of nature and those of the imagination, the Real and the symbolic.