Spyros Chalikias
I might lie here. Counting them
This project is inspired by sleep disorder, sleep paralysis. Bodies physically paralyzed can’t tell what is real and what is not. There is no longer day and night, asleep and awake.
People live in a fugue state suspended between dream and reality, between forgetting and remembering, hovering in a subliminal no-man’s-land of consciousness.
The new temporary state is fragile, scary and blurred.
My intention with this series is to create an immersive visual world that mirrors an internal one and pull the viewer in, as a participant, to explore the mysterious depths of the mind and fragmentary processing of traumatic experience.
Here, We Don’t Need To Talk
The roads are
red.
Confused under the night sky they all fit in my soul.
Thirsty bodies for a
blowjob, without many words, without any emotion.
Nobody falls in love.
In the ephemeral it is
convenient.
In the world of the depressing oasis I whisper a song.
Painless love
