Τα χέρια μου είναι δύο ακούραστοι εργάτες, δεν γκρινιάζουν, ούτε βρίζουν την αδικία της ζωής. Τα χέρια μου έχουν το θαμπό χρώμα ενός κίτρινου θεού, που βαρέθηκε ν’ αλλάξει παλέτα χρωμάτων. Τα χέρια μου δουλεύουν σκληρά, τα δάχτυλα… Continue Reading
Locations: Egnatia boulevard & Eptapyrgio (Kastra). Thessaloniki, Greece. Pentax P30, 35mm film.
Visiting Spain was in my bucket list for years, so the idea to travel to Madrid came naturally. Even if it was my first time ever in Spain, I always felt I knew the country. After all, we share similar… Continue Reading
In the midst of Black History Month, Marvel studios released one of its most critically acclaimed films of the last years – dare say of the decade – during an era where black identity and consciousness are more important than… Continue Reading
Blocked_ out of fear of comparison the moment language transforms into literal particles of the self. Unblocked_ out of love for creation the moment language is transformed into the words of the life of tomorrow. Patterns_ of… Continue Reading
Summer of 1983, Northern Italy. Seventeen year-old Elio lives with his family in their summer house, when Oliver, his father’s research assistant arrives. Oliver will stay with them for the whole summer to work with Elio’s dad on Greek-Roman art… Continue Reading
Bourtange is a historical village located in the Southeast of the Groningen province. It is surrounded by a star-shaped fort built in 1593 in order to control the only road between Germany and the city of Groningen during the Dutch… Continue Reading
I look at the wall in front of me white and long I stare. There is a gap – that numb in between – crisp air particles and words unspoken. There is a whole world that separates the voice within… Continue Reading
Photographic session with the help of some lights, dried flowers and loads of inspiration. Groningen, November 2017. Canon EOS 1000D, edited with VscoCam
Those white moments flee out of me they fly in the sky swinging among silences. Sometimes my windows define a square prison dressed in sunlight and straight lines. The year of struggle seems vague. The moments of solitude empty. And… Continue Reading