STOP WAR
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A silent dialogue unfolds between two frames — a search for presence within absence, for meaning in the spaces between what is seen and unseen.
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The road of trees LeftUnspokenCrouched by the relentless air…Dry treesSoaked In the ground,rooted deeply.They mushroom on the rock,in the water,next to the wall. The sun changes the shadows,the shapes take their form,acrobatically on the verge of real and dreamy. In front of the vastness of the sea,looking for heaven.Seeking rebirth,their…
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©Antonis Giakoumakis SeaLand Outfaceshapes,formationsof the sealandand the sky.Colors and lightin a hug. The seas of poets,wordsunexpectedly.Land of the peoplecursedpoor landplowed with sweat,good earth you of the world. The image strongI sink into its depthsin its truth.A subjective oneimpressionlooking for interpretation.To exist after.Fantasy and reality. In a unique union. Sea deepnarrow,wide,you…
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Of all the characteristics of the modern world, crises, contradictions, oppositions, intersections… what impresses me the most is the insignificance… Cornelius Kastoriadis Phenomenal?Subjective? I wonder!Can you create something when you don’t think it’s important? Can you move away from what we call “objectively” important topics such as social, philosophical, research,…
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Photography, one or more click that capture an event, a scene, immobilizing time in the space where it takes place.This inadvertently creates a new reality or better consciousness that you feel the need to share with others, with the expectation of understanding. Yes, the photo is not objective!It’s a constant…
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Wandering around the corners of Greece, I unconsciously captured with my lens mainly women’s looks. I’m not looking to find the “folklore“, the kerchief, but the look. This is what attracts me and I want to capture it with my lens. The look of the grandmothers so expressive to give,…
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10/04/2022 Aigina island Greece A familiar face,within a breath’s distance.Bright, all alone, dim.Unknown, unique. We see each other.We exchange searching glances,know each other.I find it difficult to distinguishing clearly.It’s what I see through the glass,through the shadows of the flowers.Light helps, always helps!I get closer and then things become more…
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Greece “Small temples” built on the side of the roadon the mountain near the cliff,testimony of pain and mourning,sometimes gratitude.In backyards, vows and patrons.By the sea, tributes to Ai Nikolas. Some built with passion, made by an experienced craftsman.Bright and white from lime,with the door bright blue or red…
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Human's looks, glances. From open windows doors that open. On the road. Through the glass faces, souls are mirrored. Like the dolls in a shop window. In an unintentional, distant dialogue. In the first, in the background.
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My memories, my hometown. Around every corner walking each alley, without much difficulty, you can find the pieces that link the present to the past, and that is magic.