METAMORPHOSIS // ΜΕΤΑΜΟΡΦΩΣΙΣ
The body, a place of experiences.
Omnipresent
It constitutes the lab of my observations.
Encased in time, with the flowing consistency of a dream, recalling a ritual.
Bodies of material and soul, love and death,
light and darkness.
Its relation with the dark displacement,
reminds me both of its mortal and its divine substance.
Its survival instinct provokes vibrations and body
reshaping, depending on what it has to deal with in every occasion,
until the moment it will stop being and completely disappear.
The people who pose for me experience this transformation in each moment, like Kafka’s hero Gregor Samsa. In -Metamorphosis- stories of Ovidius, in the third book, there is a myth - about Narcissus and Echos. In this myth, there is a different approach of “metamorphosis”. Narcissus get stuck looking at himself in the reflection of the lake, trapped in his beauty.
On the other hand, Echo is languishing, her flesh is melting, her bones are becoming stones, and all that remains,
is her voice in the forests.
