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prison inside me”
is really dangerous but at the same time so much fascinating for one to
explore the dark pieces of the soul. What remains well hidden in t o time
and the oblivion. It resembles a dive in black and frozen waters, that as
long as logic dictates that you should avoid, the challenge for
exploration grows deeper. We are not always ready for it, but sure at some
time in our life comes the hour when we leave the certainty of the
luminous microcosm in which our body wanders in and we dive within
ourselves, taking the risks for the befalling changes that follow this
own introspection revealed a world that I knew with certainty it exists,
but up to now I was afraid to face. To be more precise, many times up to
now my life, I had clues on such existence but I always kept my eyes shut
and I turned my back to it, believing that it would disappear.
the cell of my inner prison, I found all my “wants”, that enclaved for
many years were trying hard to find a way to burst and to help my dreams
become a reality. I also saw the warder. Big and terrible “musts” put
a brake in each spontaneous outbreak, the culture and “good manners”
which I grew up with taught me to always bury it inside me.
saw and I tried to impress the effort of my puberty to be free and it is
released leaving in her place a feminine substance that continued to fight
with the “must do’s”.
saw the pain from the first love, the effort for sexual determination, the
sadness of loss, lots of small sins, the erotism and in some other cells
the joy of success that could not express itself.
saw the prison inside me.
in Larissa where she now lives permanently since 2006. Worked as a
photojournalist in regional Media in
She has participated in group and solo exhibitions and have been awarded in national photography competitions.