Για σε το Ροδο, Ροδο μου
(A Rose for my Rose)
(A Rose for my Rose)
I was sitting in an airport in 2014 when I read an excerpt from JME McTaggart's essay concerning the reality of time.
This particular work originated in a dance in which the costume constructed for the occasion determined the kind of movement that I would do.
Using the Greek poet George Sefaris’ references to the Oresteia as a starting point.....
At once a reminiscence, a day-dream and a self-portrait....
Seven Golden Birds share valuable secrets. A jilted poet hatches a plot that will eventually unravel the most elusive of the secrets.
I spent several years exploring Sartre’s Being and Nothingness.....