The field that stretched beyond the basalt stone houses attracted the strangers from the first glance and, on their way to the tidy rows of corn, the strangers managed to lure the kids. Behind them, like a bride's train, followed the dogs.
They all moved along the tall, yellow-tipped corn, with eyes dim from the dusklight and ears tuned to high pitched sounds.
For a while, the strangers set the pace and asked the questions. First, they uncovered the secrets of the village, then the secrets of the kids. They played in the green grass, caught imaginary flying balls, laughed at the kids' tricks and led them onward by the hand.
At the last crossroad before the cliff, the kids broke free from the strangers' grip and forced the pace. They walked faster, and they talked faster. The bits of stories they chanted between giggles and cries spoke of a parentless world, of an endless road and a sunset as long as a lifetime. All around them, the dogs drew wide circles in their mad chase. The strangers exchanged quick smiles and, every now and then, checked their wristwatches.
The maze of children's voices and dogs' barks slowly covered their races, leaving behind a clear path.
On top of the hill, between two pine trees and without notice, the strangers turned into two heavy basalt stones. The kids began to carefully roll them back to the valley.
Down in the village, the parents and the police were checking every alleyway in alarm! (Photos and text by Raluca Furtuna)
Project name: Creative Camp, Thassos Island, June 2017
Participants: 2 photographers, 3 painters, 2 sculptors
Description and results: The atmosphere of a Greek island, relaxed and quiet, made difficult to get an in-depth picture, although we wanted to document the inner side of holidays and explore the state of mind of the artists who joined this camp.
We tried afterwards to transfer them on paper, in wood or in steel.
We have managed to surpass many sensitive moments of interiorization of both locals and artists! (by Florina Luput).
I live within the images, the paintings, the sounds, the illusions.
I dance in common places, in hidden spaces I jump from one image to another, seeking the kind of form reality will take.
I learn to hear, All and all a single sound IS the universe.
Lost alone in a place of imagination, I enter everywhere and I observe. I search for the time that passed, I look for the time to come.
Photos and text by: Tasos Biris