(2012-2016) Through travelling, I had the opportunity to discover my relationship with the symbol of the faith, the cross, exploring my own relationship with faith, recording, many times unconsciously, this trip. Later on, as I was exploring the material of my travels, it became clear to me that this relationship existed, therefore, for the last few years, this trip became conscious. This travel, the spiritual one, became parallel with other travels, and has travelled me from the frozen tundra of Finland, to the vast corn fields of Hungary, to the forgotten Allied Cemeteries of Limnos, to the hermitages of Mount Athos. Here I present this incomplete creation, the latest years of travelling through the symbol of our faith – the Cross.
(2008-2016) Ι was always amazed by the beauty of the clouds, the greatness of the sky, the spirituality of heaven. I am the person who always looks up, no matter what in life – the answer is up. I am so ambitious, my ambitions touch the sky, and I am so hopeful, I often believe that a beautiful sunset is the answer to my prayers.
(2011-2016) Sithonia is one of the three peninsulas which form the Halkidiki’s famous “legs”, its natural endings. The Eastern part, oriented across the Athos peninsula, rocky, mystical, magical, foreign, attracted me from the first moment I layed my eyes on her. Rare beauties create a game of colors between sky, sea and stone, a beautiful mariage that leaves no one untouched. Through this collection I tried to capture the rare beauty, and to present it as a set of landscapes that do not resemble the familiar to us places, but they exist there, untouched by time and the presence of man.
(2009-2016) The Road means escape. It means journey, it means adventure. It means something new. It means starting, it means pathfinding. It means all of these things together and separately, and none of them absolutely. The road gives life, the road gets life, the road ends life. The road is something that marks and is marked. The road is what finally remains, when passengers leave. The road has its own story. The road belongs to everyone, and none. The road is life, life is the way, and yet the two are not identical. I wonder, what is finally “The Road”?