Phos

In the luminous tapestry of Byzantine imagery, a curious absence caught my gaze as a child steeped in the traditions of an Orthodox household: the iconography of Holy Water. Amidst the resplendent depictions of saints, angels, and divine scenes, this vital element remained conspicuously absent, its presence implied but never depicted. 

Now, in the sacred halls of a modern church, I endeavor to fill this void with my Byzantine-inspired rendering of Holy Water—a testament to tradition reimagined for contemporary eyes. Bold strokes and vibrant hues breathe life into this sacred symbol, beckoning the faithful to pause and contemplate its significance.

Who among us, I wonder, can resist the call to prayer when faced with this stirring portrayal? A visual hymn, it speaks not only to the devout but also to the seekers, drawing them closer to the sacred mysteries that dwell within its brushstrokes.

The cave offers a tantalizing escape into the realm of illusion, a respite from the harsh light of reality. It echoes the timeless allegory of Plato, where the yearning for enlightenment draws us to venture beyond the shadows of the cave into the brilliance of truth. 

In our modern age, beset by tumultuous events, we find ourselves crafting ever more elaborate caverns of unreality, eager to retreat into their comforting embrace. Whether constructed of fleeting fantasies or shimmering reflections, these illusions beckon us with the promise of solace and joy, however fleeting they may be.

Hypocrisy

In a collaborative endeavor, I partnered with the women of Kourkouli, a picturesque village nestled in a Greek island, to curate a collection of embroidered artifacts woven into the fabric of their everyday lives. Among these cherished heirlooms were tablecloths, curtains, pillowcases, and dresses, some with a rich history spanning over two centuries. Capturing their timeless beauty through photography, I embarked on a transformative journey.

Harnessing the power of projection, I cast these exquisite images onto the weathered facades of the very houses that sheltered their ancestors. In this immersive installation, the past danced with the present, offering these women a new perspective on the familiar. Shadows danced and colors swirled, as the essence of domesticity unfolded in a mesmerizing tableau.

Accompanied by the haunting strains of an artist's melody, the installation transcended mere visual spectacle, stirring emotions and memories long dormant. Through this harmonious convergence of art and heritage, the women of Kourkouli beheld their treasured belongings in a luminous new light, forging a profound connection between generations past and present.

Chronos

At its heart, this visual narrative unfolds the tender evolution of a radiant soul emerging from the depths of darkness, intertwined with the complex dynamics of their relationship. Through evocative video compositions, I invite you to witness not only the performances themselves but also the very tools that bring them to life—shadows, hands, light, echoes of music from ages past, the embrace of darkness, and the soft caress of cloth.

There exists a deliberate disjunction between these elemental components, yet through their interplay, a profound symmetry emerges, blurring the boundaries between them. Projected onto panels of varying heights and shapes by disparate projectors, each frame becomes a canvas for the convergence of light and shadow, sound and silence.

Immersed within the confines of a dimly lit chamber, viewers are greeted by four pedestals, each bearing witness to a fragment of this enigmatic saga. The haunting strains of music, captured from the timeworn keys of an untuned piano, serve as the ethereal soundtrack to this mesmerizing spectacle, underscoring the emotional depth and raw vulnerability of the unfolding drama.

As the scenes unfurl, a palpable sense of transformation permeates the space, inviting viewers to contemplate the delicate interplay between light and darkness, discord and harmony—a poignant reflection of the human experience itself.