In progress since 2017, the turning of a page
Άνθρωποι που έζησαν τη δεκαετία του 1980 αφηγούνται προσωπικές ιστορίες από τη ζωή στο κέντρο της Αθήνας. Οι ιδιαίτερες συνδέσεις των ανθρώπων και ο καθοριστικός ρόλος της μουσικής, των ουσιών και του σεξ.
Η ιδέα γεννήθηκε από την ανάγκη να καταγραφεί μία στιγμή στο χρόνο, που χαρακτήρισε μια συγκεκριμένη γενιά.
... things to remember before we die
Kingfisher greens reflecting on the waters of a silent stream.
Sweet tears at the top of a river bridge watching the rough muddy waters after a heavy storm.
A sensation somewhere in the middle of the chest, being in love.
The smell of wet soil after a summer rain.
Behind windows, the winter sunlight touching a pair of closed eyes.
A nice cup of tea after a 15 mile walk.
The smell of coffee on an early autumn morning.
A big breath after a day’s hard work and achievement.
Dreamy songs composed by raindrops.
Smell and sound of seawaves on a calm summer’s day.
Memories of beds 2017-2019
London Isleworth Hart
Swindon Bill Cox
London Chrystal palace Tolis
Italy 1, 2
Alexandroupolis hotels x2
France St Omer
London Isleworth Hart
A naive poem
Clouds passing by then turning into more sky..
Sea waves coming and merging with the sand just to become water and then waves ... again.
Mountains transforming into beasts when the sun shines brightly behind them then returning into peaceful figures... once again.
Rivers running and transforming into different shapes made from new experiences then becoming shapeless water... again.
Animals walking and resting talking and sitting drinking becoming a million forms of life themselves, birds, insects mammals.
Humans like animals, babies transforming to adults, seven stages of life, good and bad, beautiful and ugly and all together... again.
A universe with billions stars transforming new lives, parallel worlds, just to become another universe... again.
My dad's teeth had a little gap between them, kind of a cute I always thought as I also inherited it. And behind these teeth there was that dim smile, he was looking at me singing "Que será, será
Whatever will be will be, The future's not ours to see, Que será, será..".
The next moment that dull face would become a monstrous face whose breath echoing loud voices, commands, would touch my cheek, this big red head, fuming fire, anger, rage, big teeth with big gaps ready to tear me apart.