 What is so appealing about people travelling, commuting or even waiting for a trip that never comes? Are they really human llike us? Or are they mythological creatures, Κύκλωπες and Λαιστρυγόνες? In the photographer's eye the passengers are not simply changing places, they are tresspassing the limits of their lives. And there, under bridges, in the sea, behind windows they are alone, they are left alone, they are what always wanted to be. Outsiders, strangers, aliens, but favorites, loved and popular at the same time. Truth is, our alien life in an alien world can be much more fulfilling and mutely passionate than the daily conundrum trying to figure out "what these Ithakas mean." "Laistrygonians, Cyclops, wild Poseidon—you won’t encounter them unless you bring them along inside your soul, unless your soul sets them up in front of you." Ithaka by C. P. Cavafy, 1863-1933 Photographs by: Gina Maragoudaki Comments are closed.
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