Morph
Words that will never be said
Echoes of a soul
Inevitable Fate
What needs to come to light
The time has come
A costructive deconstruction
Ruins
Remains
Leftovers, what left is over
What left behind
Unloading
I am not who I was before
Where I was, before I come here
What never was
My broken trust and my stubborn heart
A hovering
An exodus from the vertical axis
A fall
A recovery
The surface is never fine
Forgotten
I pierce the veil of time
What do you dare to desire?
Bambambam There is no Country but childhood’s (R. Barthes) A theatrical performance between tenderness and morbidity. Are we ever truly innocent? A conversation between our inner space and the very special space of this abandoned factory. This special space, a huge room without windows, became part of the performance. The sound had an intense reverberation…
Magic Curtain The curtain enhances the desertedness of the space. “Obviously somebody tried to make themselves at home“, the driver sadly thinks while passing by. I found this mythical quote in Roadside Picnic by Arkady and Boris Strugatsky, 1972: „When you look at the curtain, you are overcome with a deep sense of happiness, but…
sophisticated perpendicular catapult showroom When waterfalls are observed in a daydreaming mood and we seebutterflies over northern summer fields, when our hippie dreams not cometrue and all seems that we need a space full of lignite, then Supersportcomes in place. Boom chaka la , I felt like exploring the place with themeans of my body…
Participating artists: Adrien Chevrier, Andrés Montes, Anna Tsouloufi-Lagiou, Archeology Club of Amateur Artists (ΑCoAA): Giorgos Gerontides, Katerina Dania, Alkistis Mavrokefalou, Dimosthenis Mpogiatzis, Yiannis Katinopoulos, Beatrice Mar, Chernobello , Christos Noulas, Clémence Malleret, Dimitris Ameladiotis, Eirini Roumeliotaki, Eirini Tambasouli, Elena Demetria Chantzis, Eva Koliopantou, feeleash, Giorgos Efthimiou, Hristos Hatzis, Ingmar Riswick, Iro Sofoulaki, Jana Linke, Javier…
and we headed away from the metro into narrower streets when we took a turn around the corner to the old bus station. The area was a wreck. We took some photos with our phones, spoke about gentrification, lack of government funding for artists and exhibitions we had been to that week. Through the open…
Epithelia
