The year was 1996 and I had just returned to Greece (a hard consequence of my mother’s death) after eleven years of absence in the USA. A sense of destitution and disembodiment completely overwhelmed me at that time. People and situations seemed to exist, to evolve without a purpose or meaning. I was there and not there at the same time just like Schrödinger’s cat…waiting or not waiting. I had to start from scratch, so I constructed a “camera obscura” and went off to find my own definitions. To collapse my own probabilities into life.
What I found was empty spaces. Standing on a silent transition towards a meaningful existence, not knowing if that transformation would ever be completed. Would they ever be filled with the echo of laughter or the last breath of an old man? Would they ever get the chance to create their own memories? So many questions, so little time. I could not wait.