Yorgos Biris

Morph Words that will never be saidEchoes of a soulInevitable FateWhat needs to come to lightThe time has comeA costructive deconstructionRuinsRemainsLeftovers, what left is overWhat left behindUnloadingI am not who I was beforeWhere I was, before I come hereWhat never wasMy broken trust and my stubborn heartA hoveringAn exodus from the vertical axisA fallA recoveryThe…

Mrs. Holle Just Left the Building

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…

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…

Metallic tree planting, revenge of the iron beam. I decided to plant metallic trees with some iron beams i had taken from a demolished building, in this way i wanted to manifest the “revenge of the iron beams”. Instead of the iron to be used as a structure material, it will be presenting itself like…