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<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">"YOUR THOUGHT DEFINES YOU"</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">Always a pleasure to be inspired by a message </span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">written on a non-attractive surface - a reminder</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">that graffiti can be powerful and useful when used </span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">cleverly and practically.</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"> </span></div>artasticahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06719978435667673145noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2461646329056202615.post-78439197858682509792010-05-25T21:15:00.002+03:002010-10-17T19:28:09.097+03:00Exarcheia near Kallidromiou & Themistokleous Sts<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPNp8CoFb81UL3psM4nRuu24QFjGoinmYWXGF9cVtsqiSlSlmuzRtwQzegyTF0EOLU3jTcF3xC9gJyOYoyN78pgf0hNwVOCeT6ILP0rwPSyq3p7pI9NfHnqkVzVbkaTgi21zPxGS4ElEx3/s1600/30280_417307523133_669178133_5292158_2816200_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"><b><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPNp8CoFb81UL3psM4nRuu24QFjGoinmYWXGF9cVtsqiSlSlmuzRtwQzegyTF0EOLU3jTcF3xC9gJyOYoyN78pgf0hNwVOCeT6ILP0rwPSyq3p7pI9NfHnqkVzVbkaTgi21zPxGS4ElEx3/s400/30280_417307523133_669178133_5292158_2816200_n.jpg" width="400" /></b></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"><b><br />
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</b></span>artasticahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06719978435667673145noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2461646329056202615.post-15042074787696756632010-05-25T21:10:00.000+03:002010-05-25T21:10:55.402+03:00The old Athenian atmosphere in Plaka<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2-7772uGykfNH5vgfSeGLs4WWJ-mFUTuYGDHtjKO3jANftsCp0NCaWwgAfBf9Q24l_uVx0mQlahJB9XrC61CqMbjQdxBsyD4l-euW3RUewRmW4m71zNYURPy9XEXm3NvB1szulCfojYmH/s1600/IMG_7236.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2-7772uGykfNH5vgfSeGLs4WWJ-mFUTuYGDHtjKO3jANftsCp0NCaWwgAfBf9Q24l_uVx0mQlahJB9XrC61CqMbjQdxBsyD4l-euW3RUewRmW4m71zNYURPy9XEXm3NvB1szulCfojYmH/s400/IMG_7236.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>I took this photo after visiting the University of Indianapolis' cultural centre, which has a lovely balcony right over the Tower of the Winds, and stunning views of Athens in its crumbling ancient glory. I gave the image a sepia tint to portray the vintage aspect of Athens with its tourists stopping to sit in the shade and read their guide book while old men sit at a table nearby, raucously observing a game of tavli between their friends. Living in Athens today, scenes like this are rare; like many other aspects of the city that once practically defined it, they have been replaced by a fast-paced and impersonal, chaotic and high-stress modernity.artasticahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06719978435667673145noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2461646329056202615.post-73619220478283890422009-03-28T22:48:00.008+02:002009-03-31T15:18:57.868+03:00ONE HOUR<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8cIwrxI65eE-IOMxsDW5BsukEbElZjfzax7coFcf1NzSnEX0lW5IeWZkda7cbFT3UrASlR5SpZ3XTiMxQxnVYQn3BX2h2yq-rKDvQWfgNz7_y6P5OCZTdAxnnmOwdF2Um4Svv3ygOeoeA/s1600-h/P3280015.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8cIwrxI65eE-IOMxsDW5BsukEbElZjfzax7coFcf1NzSnEX0lW5IeWZkda7cbFT3UrASlR5SpZ3XTiMxQxnVYQn3BX2h2yq-rKDvQWfgNz7_y6P5OCZTdAxnnmOwdF2Um4Svv3ygOeoeA/s320/P3280015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318343765710949970" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjf3qpus3p8-OqyEkjnJmr26JMPdSMucvK4FVLKTeTrqDQr470-gjGxIHCSRSPWkX0ysi2-hXOCthGUsa6Yh2dxy8Q6MkVdPtlbTr3bPgM5R7BNRNMKEm59RWrgu2s8pusO-NMHNMX7_cQF/s1600-h/P3280001.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjf3qpus3p8-OqyEkjnJmr26JMPdSMucvK4FVLKTeTrqDQr470-gjGxIHCSRSPWkX0ysi2-hXOCthGUsa6Yh2dxy8Q6MkVdPtlbTr3bPgM5R7BNRNMKEm59RWrgu2s8pusO-NMHNMX7_cQF/s320/P3280001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318343573761422626" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);">EARTH HOUR</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);">2009</span><br /><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" ><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" >For ONE HOUR we unite in our hope, we unite<br />in our mutual confirmation that we too care about our planet, that we recognize how badly it has been abused and that we feel its pain and are ashamed to have not prevented it but will not make the same mistakes again in the present and future. One hour is certainly not enough to change the world; not is the hypocrisy of those who say but don't do, or those who do, but only to show others that they're doing. But it is very important that so many people around the planet are joining together to say "we're going to make a change." And telling their oil-thirtsty, irresponsible, greedy, war-mongering governments "PLEASE STOP DESTROYING OUR WORLD. BE RESPOSIBLE. SHOW RESPECT. We are ready to take things into our own hands but you can make the real change."<br /><br />We can be aware, we can voice our awareness and share it with others, we can make all kinds of simple changes in our daily lifestyle that cost us nothing (in fact being eco-friendly usually saves money!) and offers the planet a lot - especially if we are all doing it together: turning off lights, plugs & electrical appliances when they are not being used, preferring bicycles, public transport or electric cars over diesel-run cars, recycling (practically everything can be recycled- question is, in Athens is recycling really carried out), seriously limiting or cutting out plastic bag use by having our own bags with us, at all times not pouring oil down the sink, never polluting places we visit by leaving our rubbish behind, and launching eco-intitiatives and promoting awareness wherever and whenever we can. I managed to bring a paper recycling bin and a general recycling bin to our workplace, a radioi station where a lot of newspapers, pages and pages of radio scripts, print outs, plastic water bottles & cans were thrown out daily; now around 60% of all that is recycled cause many times people have the conscience & can be bothered to make the eco-friendly effiort if you make it easier for them.<br /><br />In ONE HOUR without light the world can change. You can fall in love, fall down, sip wine, sleep, walk in the forest, play in a kitchen, write a poem, dream, cry, run away, come home, forget, remember, swim, dance, breathe...<br /><br />I started to notice the beauty of the things around me, in candlelight...SoI took my camera and photographed without a flash. After that I went to the rooftop with my guy and we observed the darkened city with hope & relief. People rteally made the effort to show they care. Some probably turned the occasion into a candle-lit party, an amusement - and why not? We saw a shooting star. It burnt long & bright enough for us to see it, doubt whether it was real (or a firework?) and then look at it long enough to confirm it was real enough to smilingly wish to. I found out quite a few Athenians, especially a group that walked up to Pnyx with candles and torches during that hour, saw it too. I'm sure many of us made the same wish. For a different kind of light to infuse our world - the light of life.</span></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6oOcrqiaMieJ7TBUFgQFYBlLKONXgR6HRWt7mmhlRQIWjAgSwKpYcdlAcAOY8zb-ibo9BK4zFjSExEToL8miPKHg5S1v_r9RC6P60n_3nC459ba7H3KmpD4ycpKMQUOY1BRQ77HU_m2lY/s1600-h/P3280012.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6oOcrqiaMieJ7TBUFgQFYBlLKONXgR6HRWt7mmhlRQIWjAgSwKpYcdlAcAOY8zb-ibo9BK4zFjSExEToL8miPKHg5S1v_r9RC6P60n_3nC459ba7H3KmpD4ycpKMQUOY1BRQ77HU_m2lY/s320/P3280012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318345256627417570" border="0" /></a>artasticahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06719978435667673145noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2461646329056202615.post-18030237932561373162009-03-19T17:19:00.004+02:002009-03-19T17:39:49.700+02:00waitingI was in the mood to use my camera instead of being consumed by frustrated boredom that comes with waiting for the train. I realized how if you stay still and just capture life without willing your ideas on it, it can choreograph itself.<br /><br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwQoZzdpsI047QZ8a7_D7_sWATz1LYcnf8L0Iu9YfyKdVsZud5AOqjSUsPOw0YX8a-ujaGIKbfBEp55W_lYFw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>artasticahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06719978435667673145noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2461646329056202615.post-46008282943112204342009-03-11T20:01:00.005+02:002010-11-14T23:59:35.461+02:00Dreams and reality<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0Yx-1Ec2FjRJFhtSw4O0lnTzWqFJ0OlP0S2FYvasLqLk3TulD4ZhznR3U4r5Nvuyc5i2esofOB4aShKGvvnRKIHkWdFNQJ7e5SXdLzuhb35bx_-HOJxj5wpw3KIx_3C2XwukhGn9LaWX1/s1600-h/painting.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="color: #330099;"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311992555621235650" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0Yx-1Ec2FjRJFhtSw4O0lnTzWqFJ0OlP0S2FYvasLqLk3TulD4ZhznR3U4r5Nvuyc5i2esofOB4aShKGvvnRKIHkWdFNQJ7e5SXdLzuhb35bx_-HOJxj5wpw3KIx_3C2XwukhGn9LaWX1/s400/painting.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 300px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /></a><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #339999; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size: 130%;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">The New Acropolis museum has a restaurant</span></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #339999; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size: 130%;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">where one can enjoy </span></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #339999; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size: 130%;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">the most marvellous of views </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #339999; font-family: georgia; font-size: 21px; font-weight: bold;">of the Parthenon, </span><br />
<span style="color: #339999; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size: 130%;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">engagement ring of Athens in all its ancient glory.</span></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #339999; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size: 130%;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Some say: Everything would be just divine</span></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #339999; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size: 130%;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">if there wasn't an old neoclassical building</span></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #339999; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size: 130%;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">standing obstinately in the way.</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #339999; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size: 130%;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">With an imperfect view, would you like to eat and stay?</span></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #339999; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size: 130%;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">To linger in a new museum that took so long to build</span></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #339999; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size: 130%;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">but that surely now that it exists, </span></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #339999; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size: 130%;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">is not quite as it had willed?</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #339999; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size: 130%;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">I prefer to rest with the 'obstructing' building of old,</span></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #339999; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size: 130%;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">taking in the new museum and the stories I am told,</span></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #339999; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size: 130%;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">by one middle-aged building telling me about the ancient past</span></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #339999; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size: 130%;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">that has made its simple life neoclassically outlast</span></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #339999; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size: 130%;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">glass-cased and labeled commonality.</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #339999; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size: 130%;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"></span></span><span style="font-size: 100%;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Walking along Dyonissiou Aeropagitou one afternoon I witnessed this filming made in protest of the then threat by the Acropolis Museum that this home, office and historical building was going to be torn down. I think the costumes worn by the actors is quite self-explanatory!</span></span></span><span style="font-size: 130%;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"></span></span></span><br />
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</span></span></span>artasticahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06719978435667673145noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2461646329056202615.post-75255489895988363222009-03-11T17:34:00.004+02:002009-03-11T18:15:57.136+02:00metro life doesn't have to be mundane<iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyiseZ8R9mHAJ4nzEJms9IJjULpPpuGwmZydzo-3jRa-IZtYU3JeGI66Novl2Kp6eLfZmWfSDyYbk6XKypYKQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Just a night out when we were practical (and perhaps tipsy) enough to take the metro instead of getting stuck in traffic to get from one gig to another.<br /><br />SEND US YOUR NON-MUNDANE REALITY video set under, over or on the streets of Athens!<br /><br />Send to: alambra22@gmail.com<br /></span>artasticahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06719978435667673145noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2461646329056202615.post-47405450265791887842009-03-11T16:32:00.011+02:002009-03-31T15:25:41.019+03:00No Parking Parklife<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIFVTTEnS9tVl82vUwb74pcVJTbmAmhyCoxB7H4xAglXIGLh4e9ayDOTxZwOhHUb5aw9tbK4kfOPma2ivRM20JB7opxrCNqCy2x2eHOI5ut92HNt30_6ySMRCaIjMIuXJ7WEKxzgjHFF4d/s1600-h/parklife2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 290px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIFVTTEnS9tVl82vUwb74pcVJTbmAmhyCoxB7H4xAglXIGLh4e9ayDOTxZwOhHUb5aw9tbK4kfOPma2ivRM20JB7opxrCNqCy2x2eHOI5ut92HNt30_6ySMRCaIjMIuXJ7WEKxzgjHFF4d/s320/parklife2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311943189760655522" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhefvRa51eDWTa3xETUqt8zcbZRaFhK1RzRD200Ki0ENmRTJ02gjGk7szG1R29aYUF6I0CZ_gVsdsW1VJXJ28Plk9H3SWDMOtjFEj2xdWTyv2Oq5tFi5oP3wvqeRo-0IIByMjCoi89ojgcZ/s1600-h/parklife1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhefvRa51eDWTa3xETUqt8zcbZRaFhK1RzRD200Ki0ENmRTJ02gjGk7szG1R29aYUF6I0CZ_gVsdsW1VJXJ28Plk9H3SWDMOtjFEj2xdWTyv2Oq5tFi5oP3wvqeRo-0IIByMjCoi89ojgcZ/s400/parklife1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311939386402789026" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:navy;" ><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Arial;">Photographs and text by Hatto Fisher</span></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><br /></span></span><p style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" ><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Arial;">Some days have it in them – Saturday 7.3.2009</span></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" ><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Arial;">Certain da</span></span><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" ><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Arial;">ys conjoin different strands of meaning, so as well as Woman's Day, which was celebrated worldwide on March 8<sup>th</sup>. It so happened that we discussed yesterday with Tamar Fortgang, actress and theatre producer from Los Angeles, why she wishes to use the cave of Pentenli by Athens for staging the Ancient Theatrical play of Medea this coming September? Medea entails a horrific theme but some people begin to admit slowly, that it is no longer just an ancient theme.<br /></span></span></p><p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" ><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Arial;">They admit that it has become a modern phenomenon as well. That question resonates in Greece around these times all the more after a fifteen year old boy was shot by a policeman on Dec. 6<sup>th</sup> 2008.<br /></span></span></p><p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" ><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Arial;">There followed an outburst of anger. Not only students, but the entire society took to the streets to express their anger at the current state of affairs marked by scandals and the gap between the rich and poor growing ever more. This eruption here in Greece took many by surprise. Generally it was accepted that such riots could erupt in the suburbs of Paris, but not in Greece. Here it did not take place in the suburbs, but turned against modern forms of consumption and a way of life no longer sustainable and yet prevailing in the very centre of the city. Amazing to all has been the strength and consistency the movement has shown since Dec. 6<sup>th</sup>. One key explanation can be given for that. For there could really be felt the fear of mothers for the lives of their children.<br /></span></span></p><p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" ><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Arial;">That fear became a force. At first they hesitated, but then they joined the demonstrations. At times, they would take the smaller children to safety before the police would close in and start to fire tear gas. This fear is well founded. No violence can ever be innocent. Like a green snake creeping through the streets of modern cities and through the places where everyone is discussing the events, it is always ready to bite again. Radicalization means just that, namely to let actions speak before words. No parent is immune against the fear that the own children can easily fall astray and turn to violence as form of expression. First there can fly stones against windows of luxury cars or banks, but then it can go further especially when a rock hits a by passer. By miracle that has not happened so far but the fear has not receded.<br /></span></span></p><p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" ><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Arial;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">As a matter of fact other forms of violence have dominated in the news e.g. a police man was shot at, a grenade thrown towards a group of immigrants meeting in a room but luckily fell back onto the pavement before exploding and just yesterday a man lost both his legs after his car exploded since someone had transformed it into a booby trap. So to see mothers this Saturday, one day before mother day, amidst an action aiming to convert a parking lot into a park by bringing olive and lemon trees to those who are tearing up the pavement and planting trees, it is possible to say mothers have left the cave. They are facing together with their children, through a positive action, a world bombarded by negative images of advertisement for more cars to consume still more space. This is why the question which the Greek youth raised at the funeral of that boy shot is so crucial for understanding the currents prevailing in Athens before mother’s day being celebrated on Sunday March 8th. The youth asked in their farewell letter to that boy being buried where are you parents and artists, why do you not protect us? The mothers have responded, but not so sure is as of yet the response by the artists. So why take Medea into a cave? With that question in mind, the poem about ‘caves of truth’ came about without yet linking it to Plato’s cave analogy, in order to give tribute to those courageous mothers facing with their children openly questions of an uncertain future.</span> </span></span></p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgypvKshxVZ_oD2q6cWs44F59e4aHZY2Pj3xhCpfNxWEd79NP5_g2Js4fLXm9JxwqMiSO1pZLUHgeYbJPCSNH4pAgd40BY8k-S4wgl3f90pnwa7HU3kyjrEFbRzNDDbWREDGj8JHE34Oap6/s1600-h/parklife4.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgypvKshxVZ_oD2q6cWs44F59e4aHZY2Pj3xhCpfNxWEd79NP5_g2Js4fLXm9JxwqMiSO1pZLUHgeYbJPCSNH4pAgd40BY8k-S4wgl3f90pnwa7HU3kyjrEFbRzNDDbWREDGj8JHE34Oap6/s200/parklife4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311943399726469074" border="0" /></a><p style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;" ><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:12;">Monday 9.3.2009</span></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><i><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"><span style="font-style: italic;" lang="EN-US">First impression of the park landscape</span></span></i></span></p><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:navy;" ><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;" lang="EN-US" ><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;">The entire park like landscape was ready with stones showing the path. Even a brand new bench in the form of a cross had been put up. Young people had gathered around a bon fire while someone played a Cretan violin with others joining in the song. An amazing opening up of a space once occupied by cars to people wishing to breathe in the city. I shall return to take more photos to see how things develop. Certainly the sensitivity to trees underscores what Greeks feel after the tremendous forest fires which ravaged the forests near and around Athens especially in 2007.<br /><br />It is also a good feeling to know people themselves can put their stamp on land in the city otherwise dominated by land use speculators wishing to make money out of the last square meters. The Irish poetess Paula Meehan had said during our conference held in Crete and which was called ‘Myth of the City’, each city needs wild, untamed places so that people do not forget the ratio of man built compared to nature. As I walked home with my wife, our talk turned again to the olive tree. For her it was like leaving a child behind. This olive tree had grown out of a small plant on our balcony and was a bit wild, like a boy with uncombed hair. Anna is an urban planner working for the Ministry of Planning and Environment. She will now undertake to save that child, the olive tree, from not being removed with the other trees to make way for a building the owners of the former parking lot wish to construct. The owners are the Technical Chamber of Greece and represents all engineers. Days before that Anna had said to our daughter you cannot find solutions by just sticking to yourself, for you need coalition partners who share with you the same goals but work inside the established institutions. Progress is made by furthering dialogue across the usual divides in society. That is also politics.</span><br /><br /></span></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3M8L8NUAku2_Tqwj4iuGTKGQGmONUfmnmp7TopjGCwXFpwe7G5wbn0OjghsDhbPq9Aqc9H_omeWlrPqpkJChUh8ceW3OewWVx3dIS_-59eit_2AivCneafvb9HDU-e-tP5m2LxuAfs5LZ/s1600-h/parklife3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 327px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3M8L8NUAku2_Tqwj4iuGTKGQGmONUfmnmp7TopjGCwXFpwe7G5wbn0OjghsDhbPq9Aqc9H_omeWlrPqpkJChUh8ceW3OewWVx3dIS_-59eit_2AivCneafvb9HDU-e-tP5m2LxuAfs5LZ/s400/parklife3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311943292852426130" border="0" /></a><br /><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:navy;" ><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;" lang="EN-US" ><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><br /></span></span><b><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;" ><span style="" lang="EN-US"> </span></span></b>artasticahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06719978435667673145noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2461646329056202615.post-85037730157367763912007-05-18T14:29:00.000+03:002007-05-18T14:54:42.704+03:00PEDESTRIAN RITES<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvGe9Y-LF8LME2l6c5Tnn4LMJ_V2OdNn5MdhSf07GOL-xOPuc55NPUX9gjcESO3dQlztnLxi3kbkqZSngKgc6VBgwygJ-8kJPVTmMW2FSARICLNCy4LE8emedMkd-iNegaGlH_WUrP-Of9/s1600-h/Pedestrian+March+004.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvGe9Y-LF8LME2l6c5Tnn4LMJ_V2OdNn5MdhSf07GOL-xOPuc55NPUX9gjcESO3dQlztnLxi3kbkqZSngKgc6VBgwygJ-8kJPVTmMW2FSARICLNCy4LE8emedMkd-iNegaGlH_WUrP-Of9/s400/Pedestrian+March+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065867429441802098" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvP7M6U0SzmP4aQAfT8oEhVzxRAjC9nIGeKR73twORgi8h7CwVF3ySyNU3YR95w1PG3cTxV-M3Vhr2YnDP8h9mTl-oC1Z7YPnlvQWnuiWa2O2_9Vm49YDaraJtN2ugWyyRY-w-yRwi2_HE/s1600-h/Pedestrian+March+2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvP7M6U0SzmP4aQAfT8oEhVzxRAjC9nIGeKR73twORgi8h7CwVF3ySyNU3YR95w1PG3cTxV-M3Vhr2YnDP8h9mTl-oC1Z7YPnlvQWnuiWa2O2_9Vm49YDaraJtN2ugWyyRY-w-yRwi2_HE/s400/Pedestrian+March+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065863439417184098" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />...Keep walking!!<br /><br />Athens Pedestrian organization PEZH (www.pezh.gr) stop traffic on Dionyssiou Aeropagitou St and generate debates with drivers, cyclists, pedestrians and coppers. Apparently (according to witnesses) there was some out-of-order man-handling, with a motorbike driver and his girlfriend being literally hauled off the bike by enraged pedestrians, which only goes to show the levels of rage that prevail amongst Athens' walkers. Being one of them, I have to say I too have regularly flown off the handle upon being faced by drivers who literally speed along PEDESTRIAN walkways, and it has happened a few times that I was about to be RUN OVER by various vehicles. Luckily for me I am not a child, an elderly person or a disabled individual, so I can at least try to leap out of the way when midst leisurely walk a moving vehicle comes roaring towards me because no copper has bothered to stop him/her. And while walking my dog in Thisseio park (aka local parking ground on any weekend night) I once witnessed at least 100 motorbikes zapping through it because there was some strike going on in Syntagma Sq that caused a traffic diversion. I walked up to a ROW of policemen in their kinky leather trousers, sipping frappe coffees and smoking their fags and enquired why they were letting this happen, RIGHT BEFORE THEIR EYES; Answer 1. "We are not here to monitor traffic",<br />Answer 2. If we were to stop these guys it would not prevent another 300 people doing the same thing later on (? To this I asked whether there's any point in arresting rapists, thieves and murderers as there will still be others in future) and Answer 3. "Why doesn't you dog have a muzzle on? That's the law!". So you might just get the picture...<br /><br />There are many abused pedestrian stories to be told, and I hope to receive some from you! All I can say is that the picture is VERY ugly for walkers in Athens. The government & municipality want the image of having pedestrian walks but clearly does not take the responsibility & committment that goes with creating that. Ugh!<br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;">PHOTOS: Thank you to James Corsi<br /></div>artasticahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06719978435667673145noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2461646329056202615.post-3623744996429854172007-05-18T14:26:00.001+03:002007-05-18T14:29:13.069+03:00greek anarchy<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrO8qZBa-oQLSXuozham3gmhQgKqtktfO7C_PBOf6ecTGCYNK1bYEFsj89aoQ63hb8IN3mpcmChGS5r-lTG8juO6-flJw_JT48y3ChdQTZPMSBR0kYP7K0_r3X7XXm-Ru7m630y3S1wYoW/s1600-h/anarchist.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrO8qZBa-oQLSXuozham3gmhQgKqtktfO7C_PBOf6ecTGCYNK1bYEFsj89aoQ63hb8IN3mpcmChGS5r-lTG8juO6-flJw_JT48y3ChdQTZPMSBR0kYP7K0_r3X7XXm-Ru7m630y3S1wYoW/s400/anarchist.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065860694933081922" border="0" /></a><br />"Arrests will not deter struggling individuals" Anarchic message on pristine white wall of nice house, corner of Amfyktionos & Ap. Pavlou Streets in Thisseio.artasticahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06719978435667673145noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2461646329056202615.post-27718264738770054412007-05-18T14:24:00.000+03:002007-05-18T14:55:08.774+03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNRlJPnQXnh_sUQrh5wiu0czUiWQ3jF5yFXyEuycv-f9rYqIUD3B0jhKn4YWoNHMTF5Ik-jshp7L7bGaB0T0hxJwk8iTXU2susmhOTaZicaBVoJ-B7nHlDN7X4fzYiKkfIluHQYCSzfxBq/s1600-h/pleasefuckme+graffiti.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNRlJPnQXnh_sUQrh5wiu0czUiWQ3jF5yFXyEuycv-f9rYqIUD3B0jhKn4YWoNHMTF5Ik-jshp7L7bGaB0T0hxJwk8iTXU2susmhOTaZicaBVoJ-B7nHlDN7X4fzYiKkfIluHQYCSzfxBq/s400/pleasefuckme+graffiti.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065860407170273074" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: right;">PHOTO: Thank you to George Divanis<br /></div>artasticahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06719978435667673145noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2461646329056202615.post-26456084653021071062007-05-14T08:45:00.000+03:002007-05-14T08:52:25.028+03:00Feminism is rare<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXBAA_JbSpUyB5fVWIKHdvFGes35fuGVoLDI4Zgpxf8soFvsS3KGDlStzfEI5dmKB6O8W7H4PkML6VB3mVxMDvkWdeD5hcWpDDsLdO73EPB03JvcKzuRyb4dXtPtuHq0RuVLrFh1jzn0mc/s1600-h/feminist+graffiti.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXBAA_JbSpUyB5fVWIKHdvFGes35fuGVoLDI4Zgpxf8soFvsS3KGDlStzfEI5dmKB6O8W7H4PkML6VB3mVxMDvkWdeD5hcWpDDsLdO73EPB03JvcKzuRyb4dXtPtuHq0RuVLrFh1jzn0mc/s400/feminist+graffiti.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064288432888193954" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);">"Your vulgar looks vomit manliness</span></span></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);">You call it pride</span></span></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);">We </span></span></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);">A cop-out"</span></span></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);">('don't touch me' in Spanish)</span></span></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"></span></span></span></div><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"><br />I captured this image on a wall in Metaxourgeio near Anoixis Theatre. It is indeed an extremely rare example of feminist expression in this city... I for one have never seen any other, at least not written on the walls like anarchic, political, social or any other expression spray-painters and graffiti artists seem so keen to express. Why? It may be a strong statement, an aggressive statement, a comment on the urban message-board that from the mere use of words in its message reveals pain and rage, but it is a feminist expression nonetheless. If anyone has seen more of these, especially in different forms, please send them in!<br /><br /></span></span></span>artasticahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06719978435667673145noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2461646329056202615.post-84708784085601770222007-04-28T18:14:00.000+03:002007-04-28T18:19:20.280+03:00Neoclassical beauty with modern scrawlings<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbaeJ8sII11KKhoP_V8M1Y7_j1PBQzsoVRzFGu1sTx1W3I7ObIMwTQoZ1oDXQNjrhCqg-lDiT7P-5_L0gO85kxKWjbF72nYQdS2Va5SWz98pzaNvj9Se9rd6H1SLrXnDEqCCJjtNt7fI0p/s1600-h/sad-neoclassic2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbaeJ8sII11KKhoP_V8M1Y7_j1PBQzsoVRzFGu1sTx1W3I7ObIMwTQoZ1oDXQNjrhCqg-lDiT7P-5_L0gO85kxKWjbF72nYQdS2Va5SWz98pzaNvj9Se9rd6H1SLrXnDEqCCJjtNt7fI0p/s400/sad-neoclassic2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058497966569661330" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcF8IuXmK6z6AeylkOP1glFy7nRoouKZ_1gEUabiH2L97dGjG4d89IejMU_Q5Km5QUbi56pEqcdogvCBxHc1h1aHadEbX1qx320d1aIFWvUwK4rmQFvumyoRp_sGOObilrKgwDP_gwRplN/s1600-h/sad-neoclassic.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcF8IuXmK6z6AeylkOP1glFy7nRoouKZ_1gEUabiH2L97dGjG4d89IejMU_Q5Km5QUbi56pEqcdogvCBxHc1h1aHadEbX1qx320d1aIFWvUwK4rmQFvumyoRp_sGOObilrKgwDP_gwRplN/s400/sad-neoclassic.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058497897850184578" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Building in Mets. Nasty tags covering a neoclassical<br />building </span>that has been lovingly preserved amongst a<br />sea of appartment buildings.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" ><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"> Are the graffitti taggers there jealous or blind?</span><br /></span><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-size:130%;" >Photos & text: Thanks to Angelike Contis</span><br /></div>artasticahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06719978435667673145noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2461646329056202615.post-90362015917942650382007-04-28T18:12:00.000+03:002007-04-28T18:14:31.819+03:00Graffiti for the birds<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTuhm1batswBWT4uGXXbktYPb6bkNod63ViuljiIKl9z-3ML4fzn235436CHPhbR_TKhyTiOygAschtd4cc_dZphyKBZzddBXFBkBaQVPDoGU7jYSHwUlqqRKHOmtSnW2IaPjqU_VQLfW2/s1600-h/school-chix5.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsN-XL4E8apQWQpx4Swi5-12emrGDZn2WU_OyDO2_u2NasAVGWy9cjI64Vv3WUQRT_SZY2lNd7sUPVcA1CPAzI-gDP4DRAwYbPMJYtY917PvL1ipW6q4ZebDzJ8ACV5ERXmI-YSqrGdsan/s400/school-chix1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058497275079926578" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-style: italic;">Pangrati School - Photos Thanks to Angel</span></span><br /></div>artasticahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06719978435667673145noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2461646329056202615.post-67479271783797162102007-04-25T19:23:00.000+03:002007-04-25T19:34:58.191+03:00What is media?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_tRHYx5U9z7chOGL_9pCwmuhpyuXzuTtXxZkh_t3xeqN_3WsT0DkZ86dKsdCm3NxTUY-hG1E69DhlBZRvBOwZd2c0I_h7pYRD3RoYh3kqa7KicUj6S6zzuW6lCNAlOJnNtt1t6XoQpUaO/s1600-h/raft+best.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_tRHYx5U9z7chOGL_9pCwmuhpyuXzuTtXxZkh_t3xeqN_3WsT0DkZ86dKsdCm3NxTUY-hG1E69DhlBZRvBOwZd2c0I_h7pYRD3RoYh3kqa7KicUj6S6zzuW6lCNAlOJnNtt1t6XoQpUaO/s400/raft+best.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057404412061524770" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);">Eleftheros (Free) and Adesmeftos (Uncommitted)</span> <span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"><br />Promising what I question whether I can achieve by discovering truth<br />through their voices, rather than my own.<br /></span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"></span> <span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);">Man, Status, OK! Maxim, Hello! </span></span> <span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"><br />And a woman whose been haunting someone's mind<br />with hair that expels stars<br />and a brow that is bruised. </span> <span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"> AA</span><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"> </span><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Photo: Thank you to Adrian</span><br /></div>artasticahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06719978435667673145noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2461646329056202615.post-60409992185102724442007-04-25T19:09:00.000+03:002007-04-25T19:17:16.469+03:00In the path of the Anarchists<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEwcLC6VlhJwptS72iRh8HdIbn35WYnB_aeAS_bbJJcFiJYc0NBrzfU9LMKtHsKsMiNCoUY4YxGBkul1aBhQLA4YwtFNfIfPghLYs6oRmTZnVcn4-xlpeW3EkH9rmK2p9t78ATKP6YTT9g/s1600-h/ANARCHISTS+SKOUFA1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEwcLC6VlhJwptS72iRh8HdIbn35WYnB_aeAS_bbJJcFiJYc0NBrzfU9LMKtHsKsMiNCoUY4YxGBkul1aBhQLA4YwtFNfIfPghLYs6oRmTZnVcn4-xlpeW3EkH9rmK2p9t78ATKP6YTT9g/s320/ANARCHISTS+SKOUFA1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057399554453512930" border="0" /></a><p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span lang="EN-US">16.30 Skoufa, Phileon Café – I am sitting there to drink a cappuccino and to write a bit when...</span></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span lang="EN-US"><script><!-- D(["mb","17.45 asking me where is my daughter.\nShe hears reports about the anarchists having left more destruction in other\nstreets than Skoufa behind. 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People sitting at the outer edge of the café spring up from their tables and flee away from the street. Bricks fly. Car windows are smashed. Some pull even bricks out of their bags. They are all very tall, dressed in black and hooded. No face visible. A fierce force. No one dares to intervene. They leave behind a path of destruction. In a split second the windows of a luxury BMW, a Jeep and a Porsche are smashed. They are parked</span></span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-weight: bold;"> alongside of Phileon. Some women not dressed in black run along with the hooded anarchists. They wear as well masks. The group moves fast, like a throng or a swarm of hornets. The leave in their wake excited people behind. So</span></span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-weight: bold;">me smile at the sight of the luxury cars having been damaged. Others are aghast. What is happening to the city of Athens. Excharchia is not very far from Skoufa corner Lycabettus. No police gives chase.<br /></span></span></span></p><p style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Only after the group has vanished down the street in the direction of Excharchia two policemen make their appearance on motor cycles, inspect briefly the damages and then speed off but in th</span></span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-weight: bold;">e opposite direction. They seem not to wish to give pursuit. Then journalists appear with video cameras and mobile phones by which they transfer the images. Then, finally a police car comes. The elegant man with tie of the BMW has been telephoning all the time. It was not clear if he </span></span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-weight: bold;">had been sitting inside. He is not harmed from smashed glass.<br /></span></span></span></p><p style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-weight: bold;">It is amazing how calm everyone is taking the incidence but it is creating already waves of worries and anxieties. My mother</span></span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-weight: bold;"> in law phones at 17.45 asking me where is my daughter. She hears reports about the anarchists having left more destruction in other streets than Skoufa behind. All this makes me think about what we started to discuss </span></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjB8fRdJ1L7umHzFPDUZ0kBu2jUcpylhhhpQC4n2_usflC2_ZTVspQVQ7i0ereVrV3BzlCxmnCYCUrj8Xb6d-78EdOHJLaptbczKKPVjSDuUdybMp70_7Y9ueHM7H2CUeEeaFTSJ0DEqWRm/s1600-h/ANARCHISTS+JEEP.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjB8fRdJ1L7umHzFPDUZ0kBu2jUcpylhhhpQC4n2_usflC2_ZTVspQVQ7i0ereVrV3BzlCxmnCYCUrj8Xb6d-78EdOHJLaptbczKKPVjSDuUdybMp70_7Y9ueHM7H2CUeEeaFTSJ0DEqWRm/s200/ANARCHISTS+JEEP.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057399717662270194" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:100%;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-weight: bold;">with Alexia about graffiti.<br /></span></span></span></p><p style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-weight: bold;">While some put this down to sheer vandalism or mere scrawls on walls others are wondering out aloud as to what this development means for future life in Athens as the intensity seems to be on the increase with such incidences erupting wi</span></span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-weight: bold;">thout any pre warning or linkage to memorable days like the students’ uprising against the Junta and which has been commented upon on a yearly basis with anarchists taking to the streets.</span></span></span></p><p style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); text-align: center; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:12;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:100%;">hATTO fISCHEr</span></span></span></span></p><p face="georgia" style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgALuJbBlg8xqZGzIcC_CwkX03PHwJP_20PrZzB9zEVuEkO47CbQCkake6AIx-K9PFTYASRL06oUBvLo7c6cAzFpUUyWRKYIB_I_5ANg4KO4kOXSTQgX_1tKJgQ5k22EGiyVjvXw-B4Ld-B/s1600-h/anarchists+skoufa2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgALuJbBlg8xqZGzIcC_CwkX03PHwJP_20PrZzB9zEVuEkO47CbQCkake6AIx-K9PFTYASRL06oUBvLo7c6cAzFpUUyWRKYIB_I_5ANg4KO4kOXSTQgX_1tKJgQ5k22EGiyVjvXw-B4Ld-B/s400/anarchists+skoufa2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057399945295536898" border="0" /></a></p>artasticahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06719978435667673145noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2461646329056202615.post-37901665814450080152007-04-24T16:18:00.000+03:002007-04-24T16:41:30.797+03:00Chat with a street art-lover<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpphnYFvSTYHu_Sdys_R95pO6k8u03cmJ54F_DwOoQ1WihtzzhBTaeQjXfy5bJLOVGZLtCiAG7zm_YWMuWpp75HemvEpc6WgAPlqhHnVgO9F4QKbn9Kz-pYg_cGYiu7bYrp6jSx-aM_HQe/s1600-h/zofka.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpphnYFvSTYHu_Sdys_R95pO6k8u03cmJ54F_DwOoQ1WihtzzhBTaeQjXfy5bJLOVGZLtCiAG7zm_YWMuWpp75HemvEpc6WgAPlqhHnVgO9F4QKbn9Kz-pYg_cGYiu7bYrp6jSx-aM_HQe/s200/zofka.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056989013915391378" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" ><span style="" lang="EN-GB">Zofka (pictured R) has her own blog on </span></span><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" ><span style="" lang="EN-GB">'street art'. Her photo blog presents three pages of im</span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="" lang="EN-GB"><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" >ages from around <st1:city st="on"><st1:place st="on">Athens</st1:place></st1:city></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"> </span></span><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" >and could be said to be a graffiti-lover’s dream. Here she speaks to Athens S</span></span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="" lang="EN-GB"><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" >treet Art’s <span style="font-style: italic;">artastica </span>about it and raises an interesting point regarding just how much the street art of each city says a lot about its residents.</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></span></span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="" lang="EN-GB"></span></span><div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" ><span style="" lang="EN-GB"><br /></span></span></div><p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="" lang="EN-GB"><br /></span></span></p><p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="" lang="EN-GB"><br /></span></span></p><p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="" lang="EN-GB">The link to her photo blog is:</span></span></p><p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/zofka/sets/72157594492655215/" target="_blank"><span style="" lang="EN-GB">http://www.flickr.com/photos<wbr>/zofka/sets/72157594492655215/</span></a></span></p> <p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="" lang="EN-GB"><o:p></o:p><br /></span></span></p> <p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" lang="EN-GB">artastica: How do you define 'street art'? </span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;" lang="EN-US">zofka: I define “street art” as human creativity expressed in any form through different media, openly and freely in an urban context.</span></span></p><p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" lang="EN-GB" ><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: georgia;">a: why do you prefer to call it 'street art' rather than 'graffiti'?</span><br />z: </span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" >I prefer this label to “graffiti” because the latter has inherited the notion of “scripture” and is predominantly linked to the medium of spray can – “spray can art” being, in my opinion, the closest synonym to "graffiti" – whereas “street art” includes all imaginable media whether it be spray cans, all kinds of paints, stencils, collages, chalk drawings, stickers, mosaics etc.</span><br /></p><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;">a: What drew you to capture these images of street art?</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" lang="EN-GB" ><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);">z: </span></span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" lang="EN-US" >I have always been fascinated by street art which for me is one of the most universal and democratic forms of creative expression. I find street art to be one of the best and most direct ways to understand a culture and the mentality and political situation of a country. I have been travelling a lot lately and am amazed by the extent to which cultural differences are literally imprinted in the surfaces of the various cityscapes.</span><span style="" lang="EN-GB"><o:p></o:p></span></span><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" >a: What do you believe this street art says about our city today?</span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" lang="EN-GB" ><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">z: </span></span><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" lang="EN-US" >I believe that in these times of indispensable global regeneration, <st1:city st="on"><st1:place st="on">Athens</st1:place></st1:city> is crying out for a funkier, more positive aesthetic, a lighter, more humorous communal existence and the riddance from the complexes and stereotypes of the past. Through my photo-documentation of the Athenian street art, I am glad to notice that some change is already happening and am very optimistic about it.</span><span style="" lang="EN-GB"><o:p></o:p></span></span>artasticahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06719978435667673145noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2461646329056202615.post-20695076706821595672007-04-24T16:02:00.000+03:002007-04-24T16:43:25.336+03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZzoZhGMknYHMaXzwMorhQZfL9rikwlbtO9XTcjUD_RXy7xAF8sCXMKWZJ0drUrJANQoI5ISwGVCV5eoRE2AVYfyKYkXwue23h6MbS_FYAKK3t13I6Z9FJqDxlbvVWk9h1Cb1SJ7IbpNKy/s1600-h/graffiti+evi.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZzoZhGMknYHMaXzwMorhQZfL9rikwlbtO9XTcjUD_RXy7xAF8sCXMKWZJ0drUrJANQoI5ISwGVCV5eoRE2AVYfyKYkXwue23h6MbS_FYAKK3t13I6Z9FJqDxlbvVWk9h1Cb1SJ7IbpNKy/s400/graffiti+evi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056980892132234562" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;">On this whole notion of the freedom of the individual to use his spraycan wherever and whenever...</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Who defines the notion of the canvas?</span> Is the surface that is sprayed genuinely a blank canvas or is it already an artwork in itself? Is a wall a wall or an existing artwork?</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;">If someone has spent time painting the outside wall of their house, is this not in a sense a work of art?</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;">If a wall is bare brick, is that wall a blank canvas or an exhibition of the art of bricklaying? </span><span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;">etc etc etc.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;">Does the spraypainter consider this when they are wielding their cans so expertly? Does the spraypainter consider the location (as Banksy would appear to) when he rips off the cap and palnts his first daub?</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;">Because surely even to the lovers of graffitit art has the right to impose itself over existing art. <span style="font-size:130%;">This is surely vandalism by any other name.</span><br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaZ9Y-KwztWndc7IztCK7YRqxDm7Olg5b9uT6iUafKslrrjE5GtX-qaMmDdtHlIYGpBere8a_2nbtPye9W3WyDLZFo8lw-Wr287UmNXXU2dLdC4UqFPhmlX1cz7kuWKC-mcdbP5TsSZhRm/s1600-h/thisseio+station.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaZ9Y-KwztWndc7IztCK7YRqxDm7Olg5b9uT6iUafKslrrjE5GtX-qaMmDdtHlIYGpBere8a_2nbtPye9W3WyDLZFo8lw-Wr287UmNXXU2dLdC4UqFPhmlX1cz7kuWKC-mcdbP5TsSZhRm/s320/thisseio+station.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056981128355435858" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;">These are all important elements in squaring the debate about whether these fine upstanding fellows are indeed artists - or just urban pillagers posing as artists.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;">Not that I care of course.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;">Oh and if anyone has the time, camera and inclination I recommend a walk around the <span style="font-size:130%;">old Panathinaikos stadium on Leoforos Alexandros.</span> Some interesting stuff there mixed in with basic attempts to spell.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;">Barney<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">Photos: Thanks to Evi</span><br /></div>artasticahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06719978435667673145noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2461646329056202615.post-56270955838406590592007-04-24T09:08:00.000+03:002007-04-24T22:31:02.550+03:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjudJ_slxqoD6rm0Uf9EbMhNXLAgxOdznBj71i5HhXSP0mJcuksqFdKQY2wyPLLDUkyfR8ioOuGwRMlgkwzEk-EBAIYwKwtoq25HmCYIdtNUvPqMx0dxwaaYILMJONtnaI9S9Ktu2UDMqLr/s1600-h/byron-signature.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjudJ_slxqoD6rm0Uf9EbMhNXLAgxOdznBj71i5HhXSP0mJcuksqFdKQY2wyPLLDUkyfR8ioOuGwRMlgkwzEk-EBAIYwKwtoq25HmCYIdtNUvPqMx0dxwaaYILMJONtnaI9S9Ktu2UDMqLr/s400/byron-signature.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056872650366440738" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:130%;" >(Lord) Byron signature on a column in Cape sounion. What a vandal that Philhellene poet was! ;-)<br /><br />Thank you to Sozita.</span><br /></div>artasticahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06719978435667673145noreply@blogger.com0