Saturday, 9 December 2006
ARTISTS E-MAIL
cakir_pelin_@hotmail.com
MARINA CONSTANTINOU marina_constantinou9@hotmail.com
AGNI DIMITRIOU
agni_d@hotmail.com
MARINA GEORGIOU
georgioumarina@hotmail.com
ELLI-NATASSA XANTHOPOULOU
neraida_uk@yahoo.gr
E.PAPADIMITRIOU
sOfrO5@yahoo.gr
KONSTANTINIDIS ANTONIOS
mAevIYsex@yahoo.gr
GEORGIA SKOUTARI
geaskoutari@hotmail.com
Elli-Natassa Xanthopoulou
1. nightmare butterfly ( 1 canvas)
I used to see this butterfly in my dreams when i was little.
The butterfly was huge and would take me away from my
mum and steal my voice so i could not cry for help.
2. soul ( 1 canvas)
This is another nightmare of mine the soul
that is being taken out from the dead body
3. Hunt ( 1 canvas + 1 carboad)
Many times when i have nightmares someone
is chasing me a hand is always there to hunt me
and pull me back into the dark.
4. Untitled
Marina Constantinou Acrylic Paint 2
Loneliness
Sometimes we choose to build our own walls and never let people pass through..
Other times people build walls around them and never let us through..
Feeling lonely is not always when you are alone. You may be surrounded by thousands of people and feeling all alone
A prisoner is the best example for loneliness
Many of you would think that prisoners aren’t lonely
This is actually true. They do communicate with other people.
In reality they communicate with other prisoners. Still is this making them less lonely...?
As said before loneliness is not whether you are alone or not. Is whether YOU FEEL LONELY or not.
Marina Georgiou
Pelin Cakir
: E. Papadimitriou, Greece
University: Middlesex
Location:
Date: few days before 2007, if time is applicable
Comment: Those who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream only by night…
We are the nightmare of our self.
Our whole existence lays in the dark passages of our mind and reveals it self to us only when we start walking backwards.
We are our memories and our hidden desires.
We create our self. We absorb and create.
What we don’t know are the things that sustain our existence.
We dream of our entity.
That which is known to us and others see is an index of our whole self.