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?
(amvrosios gousgounis) ο λ(ο)υομενος – the bather installation I staged a brittle bather on a concrete beach that only exists in code.Nothing holds—yet it stands.
The Dinner In the moment that society consumes everything at a fast pace, with less and less thinking and feeling, humans have become products. This cannibalistic dinner, is an allegory, about the form that human relationships have taken in the developed world.
Super Sport #02 is set in the abandoned ΧΡΩΠΕΙ factory close to Piraeus and is an art action made by a group of artists with no specific curatorial line or guidelines, other than the will to explore the potential of experimentation in this kind of environment, so common in the urban skin of Athens.
Asya Birsel and Robert Selim Hill The all-wind gravedigger “Well… the sea does what it wants. They may have all died together, on the same day or night, but the sea probably spat them out in disorder… The sea is like that…You know, my problem is plastic sheeting… I never have enough for all the corpses…”from an interview…
Super Sport 3 happened at Ψυγεία Ο Ψηλορείτης on 16 NOV 2024. A once-functioning company, wedged along the northern artery into the capital—right where Metamorfosi meets Nea Filadelfia. They specialized in refrigerated storage. Cold vaults meant to preserve product. What’s left now? Debt and ash.
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…
