Kato / Paphos / Cyprus / 16.08.2020
Theseus kills the Minotaur and finds his way out of the maze thanks to a thread given to him by his beloved Ariadne. An intricate and perfectly preserved ancient mosaic. We walk around the 9600 square metre Villa of Theseus. A maze of chambers, bathrooms and rooms of unknown purpose. The heat is pouring out of the sky. 30, 40 or 50 degrees Celsius. Protein coagulates in our bodies. The flat, extensive area of archaeological excavations – a labyrinth of history. Underfoot, tiny pebbles and pieces of glass stuck into the ground create zigzags, arabesques and scenes from Greek mythology. We walk on mosaics from almost 2,000 years ago. They have survived earthquakes, fires, wars and looting. They have witnessed parties, love, conspiracies and murders. Rulers and their subjects have set foot on them. In the shadow of the walls of the villa, the chosen ones, the Romans, the Greeks, the Turks have all enjoyed their lives and now we have found the shadow.
Louvre / Paris / France / 02.02.2020
The Louvre Museum. Art history enclosed in a 60,600 square metre maze. Wide stairs, vast halls, dimmed light, colourful walls, narrow passages, spacious corridors and crowds of people standing in front of paintings. After walking around for a few hours, my consciousness died. I stopped receiving any external stimuli. I gazed and did not see, did not feel or comprehend. I needed a rest from the paintings, the sculptures and the other objects exhibited as works of art, all attacking me from everywhere. The few seats were occupied by the equally tired or contemplating audience of art. I needed isolation. To hide in the shadows, to see nothing and hear nothing. Not to be. I was looking to find a shelter where I could give my senses a rest. I was looking for a shadow. The shadow soothes the eyesight, gives rest to the senses. I watched the shadows cast by paintings, statues, sculptures and other works of art. The shadows caught my attention. They dragged me in. They required nothing of me. They simply were. I became a shadow and the shadows became an integral part of the pieces of art I’d come to see.
Each photograph used during the journey stops being luggage, changes its destiny, takes on a new life. It creates a unique travel sack with a story in the background. Always just one. One shot, one sack. Luggage (no excess)