One
can attempt to take possession of the world by focusing on its parts.
I first experienced this as a child when I watched my father taking
photos: concentrating, like at the shooting gallery once a year, he
took aim at his objects / subjects.
Later on I
started to read criminal stories - a passion for over 30 years now.
The search for evidence, the discovery of overlooked minor details,
the time factor, the stalking and the waiting game captivated me.
Then the moment arrives when time comes to a standstill and the
pieces of the mosaic reveal themselves as an image.
Whilst studying
as an art teacher, I discovered the charm of objects that the ravages
of time had worked on and altered: things which once had left production
all shining and smooth were now developing, without human intervention,
into changing structures and colours. Arbitrarily and unstoppably,
year after year, organic forms burst out of the surfaces and tell
stories to people capable of listening, draw abstract paintings
for others, or sing melodies of the elements and the time. Occasions
to pause, to lose oneself into other dimensions.
On my forays
in the town of Hania, its old quarters and small harbours, I come
across these 'frozen moments', I meet overlooked objects, trivial
things, transience.
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