Gandom Akbari
Bloody November
The condition of the artists in Islamic countries
Graffiti: Kurdish slogan;
women life freedom





Bloody November
The condition of the artists in Islamic countries
Graffiti: Kurdish slogan;
women life freedom





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.
XING PI an installation and performance As sun sets, a prison-like room I am allocated to, is aglow in growing darkness: pieces of tinsel paper, (I brought with me) scratched, folded and un-folded and a lamp – improvised from a water bottle – irradiates light in a rhythmic circulation which I accompany with an aural…
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.
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…
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…
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…
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