2023 - Ongoing
What is familiar to us can be the strangest of things. Every time I go back home, I find the strangest of people. With every return, the universe in which these two women live, doesn’t unfold but rather closes up around me like a bubble. It holds as much security and comfort as it does tragedy and disarray. It is a dusty yellowish world of boredom that hide burlesque and surrealist situations.
These two women are my mother and grandmother. Both are sick and unable to look after themselves and yet, are completely dependent on each other. One falls, the other does too. And in all this, where do I fall?
I come after them, as my great-grandmother came before them. A line of unconventionally Greek women whose story is reflected in that one same house. A house they never come out of.
As I witness it with every return home, I wish to draw a picture of a slow, bitter and still quite sweet everyday life that feels as foreign as it has made me. They are the strangest people I know, but they are the ones I know best.