A poem for a young couple in a restrictive urban space.
And yes, there is a visual representation for each verse of the poem!
"A touch of fate is reaching perfection
Where we seek in eachother
Where we seek in ourselves
A touch of balance is a glimpse of hope
Where one dares to touch another one´s world"
Alex Marinescu - Stockholm 2016
"... se rendre capable en permanence de se déprendre de soi-même ..."
The effort to "make oneself permanently able to remove oneself from oneself" has, as its corollary, a concomitant effort to involve others. Adopting the form of Klee's drawing named “Angelus Novus” the photographer becomes an angel observer where he perceives a chain of events, he collects images of people and random objects that act as readymades in city's enviroment that gives birth to a dystopian reality which keeps piling ruin upon ruin and hurls it in front of his feet.
The angel would like to stay, awaken the dead, and make whole what has been smashed. But a storm is blowing from Paradise; it has got caught in his wings with such violence that the angel can no longer close them. The storm irresistibly propels him into the future to which his back is turned, while the pile of debris before him grows skyward. This storm is what we call progress. The effort to involve others is still valid.
--based on Walter Benjamin's Illuminations.
Anargyros Drolapas - February 2017
A peculiar aura emanates from certain antiquity remains and its surrounding landscapes; a sense of an indefinite existence, a sublime feeling, an ancient secret, an eternal fear; an interplay between immortality and decay.
Often, those ancient monuments, and those landscapes, constitute more of an indication of the desire for eternal life and of the cruelty of Time, than of an evidence of human greatness. They pronounce an unavailing pursuit of continuity, a remote connection with an absent past, an ancient scream echoing through the centuries, a reminder of birth, life and death at the same time. Detached from the luxury and ornaments of modern culture, and through the solitary and austere forms of stone and land, they speak of the concealed forces behind the apparent; they speak the universal language of human agony.
A peculiar aura emanates from certain antiquity remains and its surrounding landscapes, and though it constantly invites us to capture its secrets on a single image, most of the time it feels like chasing chimeras. (Text and photos by Gerasimos Lountzis)