“Place”, etymologically in Greek (“Topos”) refers to an area of land that is not precisely defined and demarcated. This is exactly how the Greek landscape is rarely clearly defined. It contains you, leaving you free to feel, to surrender to its powers, to even get out of it.
My photographic gaze moves within it with the feeling of a dream that you have the knowledge that it is a dream. A dream that will fade away at any moment, leaving a gap in memory and consciousness. A void that remains unfilled throughout the day.
Fields, cultivated meadows, olive groves, small agricultural warehouses, abandoned medieval towers, all surrounded by the feeling of the Great of Greek nature.
Places fertile, barren, hard or sweet, rocky or flat, desolate austere and distant emerge, spread and shape the feeling of “belonging” to them. They make you part of them in passing, a temporary historical continuity that reminds you of respect to feel their mist.