A painter who sleeps in a grave dreamed a Desert like the limb.
Ghosts were dancing on the fire.
The painter wakes up. Radio was reciting a part of Dante's divine comedy...painting his dream on a clear canvas.
He was looking for his lost love in the Virtual space.
He was going around cold graves among the people.
He finds his lover and invites her to real world, but he got a failure for his attempt from the back of cellphone display in virtual heaven.
Invisible Sculpture is based on a reversal of the sculptural working technique of the lost mould. Understood as a process result, each Invisible Sculpture comprises various types of materiality or medium/form variations. In order to secure the trace evidence, something totally arbitrary is placed on a working underlay and treated with colour. This initial manoeuvre is followed by the partial marking of the arbitrary item via moulding. The result from the separation of the two, i.e. the physical marking on the one hand and the subtraction of the arbitrary item on the other, is sensual data which activates the reversal. The “temporary markings” (Rosalind E. Krauss) are captured via long-exposure photographs or video.
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<p> Once upon a time in Katsicoland η Αμαλθεια θήλασε τον Δια. Γνώριζε ότι θήλαζε Θεό, τον Παντοκράτωρα του κόσμου; Την ένοιαζε; Θα άλλαζε κάτι αν δεν ήταν Εκείνος; Η απάθεια της Αμάλθειας είναι το μεγαλείο της κατσίκας που δεν γνώρισε Βοσκό. Οι κατσίκες στις φωτογραφίες είναι ελεύθερες, αρχαίες στα προπατορικά βράχια της Τήνου, υπολείμματα της Τιτανομαχίας. Η απάθειά τους, έτσι όπως κουτσομπολεύουν παρέα ή τριγυρνούν ξεχνώντας τι ψάχνουν είναι η ελευθερία τους.<br />
Once upon a time in Goatland, the goat Almaphia breast fed Zeus. Did sho know that she breast fed a god, the pantocrato of the gods ? Did she care ? Would it make a difference to her if it was not Him ? The apathy of Almathia is the majestic element of a goat which never met a shepherd. The goats in the works of Giorgos Vdokakis are wild and ancient like the primordial rocks of Tinos, are the remains of the Titanomachy. Their apathy when they gossip and keep company looking for seeming that they keep forget is their freedom.
Laurent leads a quiet life, away from the lights of the big city. His only company is his carrot, which he raised alone with great dedication. Together, they gather knowledge and experiences. The carrot devotes time to Literature, realising how valuable and dangerous it is and that it has the power to upend the way he looks at the world. The carrot always dedicates the necessary time to allow Literature to bewitch him and reveal new horizons. But soon hard times are upon them and with danger awaiting everywhere, the carrot - thirsty for freedom and determined to escape servitude - runs away to explore life, leaving Laurent without company.