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Ilias Georgiadis : Over|State


“Alone against his soul a man does not weigh heavy” – Thierry Metz

Originally a tangle. The inextricable maze of any human life? Two third shade, one third day. Or perhaps sky. After the space opens onto landscapes where the share of this same sky outweighs the frozen earth. Where the chance of birds, where the possibility of the day still exist…
And after, the road sinks in all the night depths.
The human beings caught in the claustrophobia of the frame knock their lives face against walls. The contact sheets are like windows open to the unconscious, the obsessions, the dreams that collide these sewn souls. Body fragments, memory, waiting, injury, tell the story of absence, silence and the anxiety of : ALONE face to oneself, ALONE against nothing.
Nothing knows. Nothing is certain.
Except the violence of this caustic light, unhealthily obsessed about the night, which injures the flesh and heightens far the vertigo of the inner spaces.
Point of no return. Innermost recess. Terminus of incommunicability.
A place where we die to be but where one cannot stand.
And then, at the height of the night, the tangle of isolation loosens. Two souls, after having long wandered alone with their heavy grief, meet in the urgency, glow and softness of an embrace, last and only place for consolation. At that moment, everything is saved. Everything.
At nightfall, shadows have ceased to fall, they will not dig further the darkness. Soon they will give way to the flame, which itself will disappear, blown by the beauty of a new dawn restarted. Where the chance of birds, where the possibility of the day…


Ilias Georgiadis

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