a ringing telephone from which a possible past can be heard
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…
Nikos Branidis My contribution: a sound performance rehearsal, a garland garnishing that monster of a building, a reading of a poem, Heidegger’s eggs, written by Lennox Raphael, who I met in 2021 in an art festival in Copenhagen and one more of one my many own untitled poems. Two days and two nights in that…
Languida The audience is invited into a hypnagogic sci-lab, where the elegance of discarded materials is staged. They perform as embryonic creatures. I encountered the performative nature of matter in found objects, seeking to question the anthropocentric gaze of fruition. Collective dreams are released in an intimate space where the spectator’s usually peremptory gaze reformulates,…
Bloody November The condition of the artists in Islamic countriesGraffiti: Kurdish slogan;women life freedom
Guilding Abandoned Insect Nests As we explored the burnt down, abandoned Psiloritis building, I discovered what looked like small balls of clay thrown on the wall: sand-coloured, mysterious blobs fixed in corners high up on walls and against the ceiling. My curiosity was piqued and when I got up close I realized they were abandoned…
Annabelle Annabelle is a site-specific performance that took place in the giant burnt rooms of the Psiloritis Refrigerators. The performance was inspired by a Zoroastrian funeral rite performed by our friend Nikos Branidis for his cat, Annabelle. Zoroastrians used to leave their deceased loved ones in the highest points of the city, singing hymns that…
