silent_landscapes

2010-09-04T20:37:00.000+03:00

Soon after her arrival she realised she had forgotten to store (by writing) the dreams she had dreamt during her vacation. Nevertheless she was not sure if she had had them or not. The next night in her dream she found herself wandering around a library, lit by incadecent light bulbs. The environment was obscure and quite dusty although her pleasure to be in such a space exceeded any ill thoughts. She felt really akward about herself when, having had a long walk among the corridors, she realised that she had not noticed that the shelves where empty of books. She tried not to analize her lack of concentration. She felt thirsty and asked an inactive cleaning lady where the cooler was. Apparently there wasn't any so she left to go to the supermarket.

Mein Kissen produziert Ideen

2010-07-29T18:23:00.000+03:00

Goetheplatz

2010-05-24T23:07:00.002+03:00

Atargatis_'10

2010-04-10T00:15:00.001+03:00

2010-03-05T14:21:00.000+02:00

2010-01-29T23:16:00.003+02:00

Architecture revisited.

D #2

2009-11-11T10:33:00.001+02:00

the next day she went to the opening of a painting exhibition. she noticed that the artist had a strange look in his eyes, as if he was blind. the same night she dreamt she was with him. there was something strange on his face. with a closer look she found out that his eyes, his mouth, his nose, his whole skin and face, had been painted on a canvas that was stretched around his head, stitched to the back. she wondered how he could breathe through these two little painted black dots that were supposed to be nostrils. he had come very close to her face. she did not feel comfortable with that. she thought that he must have had many problems to have done that to himself, but with a look around she realized she was the only one without a canvas face in the room. at that point, she started worrying about problems of her own.

D #1

2009-11-10T22:06:00.001+02:00

the first night she dreamt she was sitting on a pavement with a group of friends. they were eating a delicious food of mud, watching some black people that were working in a factory across the street, making anaglyph, mud, Parthenon plaques. after a while the workers started stretching the mud plaques on their faces, using them as masks and started staring at her. they seemed critical. she felt awkward and couldn’t understand how she had allowed herself to be found in that state.

Yukos

2009-11-04T23:26:00.000+02:00

20Jul04

2009-11-04T23:18:00.001+02:00

architecture imaginaire

2009-08-27T11:53:00.001+03:00

das ding an sich

2009-08-12T12:17:00.001+03:00

inversion

2009-08-02T13:51:00.003+03:00

the metaphysics of destruction/the destruction of metaphysics/the destructive metaphysics/the metaphysical destruction

2009-08-02T13:10:00.004+03:00

Here, you can have a rest for a while.

strange fruit

2009-08-02T00:28:00.001+03:00

today of tomorrow

2009-08-02T00:06:00.006+03:00

Skin

2008-11-13T23:20:00.001+02:00

Skin performs the following functions:

1.Protection: an anatomical barrier from pathogens and damage between the internal and external environment in bodily defense.
2.Sensation.
3.Heat regulation.
4.Control of evaporation.
5.Aesthetics and communication.
6.Storage and synthesis.
7.Excretion.
8.Absorption.
9.Water resistance.

pylon revisited

2008-08-02T17:21:00.001+03:00

beware of the minor

2008-08-02T16:51:00.004+03:00

A is B or Not B

Θρήνος με ΗΒ

2008-02-23T15:58:00.001+02:00

Umbilical Knot #2

2008-02-23T15:56:00.000+02:00

Pylon Revisited

2008-02-23T15:55:00.000+02:00

δίχως

2008-02-23T15:48:00.000+02:00

Ερείπια αληθινό καταφύγιο προς το οποίο επιτέλους με τόσα λάθη χρόνος λησμονημένος. Ολόγυρα άπειρο γη και ουρανός ενα τίποτε δεν ακούγεται τίποτα δεν σαλεύει. [...]

samuell becket

2006-12-27T13:10:00.000+02:00

A is B or not B

2006-12-04T21:51:00.000+02:00

Umbilical Knot

2006-12-04T21:39:00.000+02:00

Homage to Medardo Rosso

2006-10-24T18:17:00.000+03:00

2006-10-24T17:50:00.000+03:00

2006-10-18T16:41:00.000+03:00

silent landscape #2

2006-10-16T17:51:00.000+03:00

2006-10-16T17:06:00.000+03:00

Σαν χωμάτινος να ΄ναι ο φόβος τελικά.
Μα άφθαρτος.
Και άμίμητος ίσως.

Πάντα ομως πρόκληση, καθώς η δημιουργία
" δι'ελέου και φόβου περαίνουσα την των
τοιούτων παθημάτων κάθαρσιν'', ανακουφίζει.

silent landscape #1

2006-10-16T16:30:00.000+03:00

άσθμα

2006-10-16T16:17:00.000+03:00

Φιγούρες μνήμης, σαν ξεπλυθούν στο οξύ και
καθαρό οινόπνευμα (και αυτό στο όνομα της καθαριότητας)
θα δημιουργήσουν άλλες φιγούρες.Ίσως λιγο
πιο αφηρημένες, λιγότερο αναφορικές, εξίσου αρμονικές.
Δεν πρόκειται περι φόνου. Νομίζω.
Αλλά περι δημιουργίας. Ανα-δημιουργίας.

Και αν ο αέρας που τις περιέχει φαίνεται ασφυκτικός,
δεν είναι.
Εγώ ειμαι ασθματική.