Άγιο κρασί
This selection of Polaroids sums up personal moments spent with my husband lost in the multicolored labyrinth of streets and oddities among small Greek houses where we hid from the heat, smoking and drinking Άγιο κρασί.
Άγιο κρασί recounts my last trip to the Cyclades, the dazzling sun, the blue sea and sky; the warm wind drying the sweat from brow, the salt spray settling on my skin.
Sudden geometries, hidden from the less attentive eye. White walls, blue roofs; dusty cobblestone streets leading toward the sunset. Flavors and scents of home, expressed in a different language.
Each shot is a fragment of complicity, a small shared ritual, an instant captured on film.
The colors, the imperfections, the blurring: everything contributes to making each image unique and unrepeatable, just like every journey.
