Slow down, explorers
Google Translation:
The Kate Stone pictures and the places they compose new images, which balance between the real and the impossible is hanging by a thread. The Maretta Sidiropoulou wander to them and gives us her impressions.
In the beginning all the rooms look like. It dies, rectangular, have doors, a window, a radiator, two or three sockets. But the similarity does not last for long. Residents hang their paintings and photographs on the walls, bring the books and their guests. They impose their aesthetic to furniture and music, producing the dust. Rent and different.
But the rooms do not resemble either in their own self. Sometimes they come and find details of places lived or visited. Signs on the wall, the arrangement of furniture. Or again, restore the physical feeling, the reconstructs. The steps taken to close the lamp beside the bed before closing his eyes. Remember we all slept parties?
The rooms of Kate Stone are places like where we think we have gone for a while, or when you return. It is more room to compose everything from remembering. Time and memory are paranoid architects.
But it is cloudy and signs people leave when we leave we live. Sites such as changing the music, a cloud passes, a little more wine or a very strong headache. Or to run to catch the early morning phone. Like transforming fear, lack, waiting or resignation. Look like rooms in a dream, unstable and volatile. Surfaces, lines and points confused. Distances, volumes and shapes do not give similar shades. The prospect has magic mushroom. While other dimensions of the fall, insists that is time.
The rooms in the Stone doors never opened wide. There are stairs to climb descend, handrails, sloping floors and bookshelves that look like wallpaper patterns on walls and walls unfold like a carpet. Kleistotites openness and give the impression of an area between access and inviolate.
What are the rooms where people are missing? The Stone when photographing the absence and when you transfer the tangible experience of space. Some of the houses and rooms seem abandoned, but not deserted. Show sites that people were there earlier. Almost worry, looking probing your mind you hear the keys in the door. You feel that probably infringes want to go, but do not remember which door you came from.
How many dimensions has a room? How many rooms fit into one? And finally, each house consists of a fixed and finite number of rooms?
Remember those books that open a child and thrown in front of three-dimensional castles, monsters and other parts of the story? And then open them again. Slow down, explorers, the book at all degree angles to see the things to be transformed.
Turn slowly to the wall and see.
