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





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…
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…
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.
The room invites you with ample seating. Images are pasted over a history of graphical expressions: a panda, Norman Fell (again and again), lewd papayas, Don Knotts (too much, but why resist?), a monkey wearing a cowboy hat, chihuahuas, more lewd papayas, eggs, eggs, eggs (what a luxury!!). In the frame of a window: a…
Wild Thyme Music #3 – A Sonic Interaction In 2004, musicologist Helga de la Motte Haber told me about composer Rolf Julius’ idea for a sound installation next to a highway that would make you forget the sound of traffic. The idea of such an ‘acoustic hole’, as she called it, has fascinated me ever…
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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