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The photographs of Niki Gleoudi attempt to speak to us about the visible and the invisible distances, both geographical and psychological, that immigrants often feel to be defined from, distances that technology seems to outweigh. They also indicate the inevitable idealization that distance itself creates for all that is distant, for all that, despite its altering form, remains firmly in our mind and transforming photography into a form of halted time, completely appropriate for photography. In the following photographs, individuals of the Greek diaspora in the USA are matched with their ‘precious’ objects. (Hercules Papaioannou - Director, Thessaloniki Museum of Photography, Greece) If I had to leave America tomorrow I’d take …  Night shots, gigs, gals and lads staring at a stage, staging and performing on their own stage. Faces looking amused, lost, high and then low again. I have never been able to make contact. Fortunately, some others can and excel in it! I was better in watching and observing ... and taking the last bus back home! Thanasis is recording and demystifing this world for me (us), a world with no geolocation, with all the wrong 24 hours, with the right vibes, without colours, mute ... ... aphonic, like the screams in our dreams! (photos by Thanasis Karatzas)  I see you every day from my window. You don’t talk to me anymore, neither can I recall if you ever did. They say I don’t see the colors, but on tv, I learned that I can see perfectly the blue tones. As if it matters. I look from the window but even today I won’t see you. I remember you little girl and I think that only anger remains with my memories. What is your new face like I wonder? You were always growing but lately even more. Δες με, άγγιξε με. Σε βλέπω κάθε μέρα από το παράθυρο μου. Δεν μου μιλάς πλέον, ούτε θυμάμαι αν ποτέ το έκανες. Λένε ότι δεν βλέπω τα χρώματα, και όμως στην τηλεόραση έμαθα ότι βλέπω άψογα τους μπλε τόνους. Λες και έχει σημασία. Κοιτάω από το παράθυρο αλλά ούτε και σήμερα θα σε δω. Σε θυμάμαι μικρή και νομίζω πως μόνο ο θυμός μένει με τις αναμνήσεις μου. Ποιο είναι το νέο σου πρόσωπο άραγε; Πάντα μεγάλωνες, αλλά τώρα τελευταία περισσότερο. Photos and Text by Kostas Kroustallis |
