novum-organum
NOVUM ORGANUM
... Images, tricks, motions came naturally after I let myself drawn in my surroundings, embracing despair, I was rewarded with treasures that I could carry into the light , yet they shine better in the darkness in my opinion. That’s why I choose mostly to present my ideas in the place of their development. With the help of Sotiris Gkonis I managed to capture the process of it. . - G. Manos
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8th place UFL round 1 Pro class
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8th Place in Pro Class AFA (American Flatland Association) Dream Run 2021
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Monk Reminiscence Enriched
Years upon years. Solitude wanted and paid. Experimenting with the miraculous. clothed with Darkness deep and borrowed. And this loan of burden I was obliged to turn into Gold!
Thank you!
G.M.
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Nightcrawler Urbanus Exultus
Four Friendly Horsemen with glistening eyes. Marching graciously, servants of Truth, messengers of a long forgotten pain. Humble, heartful of emotions others denied. Scavengers of royal corpses, now freshly restored.
-G.M.
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Nightcrawler Revisited
Yellow blue lights during city strawl nights.
Overall expression, moon improvisation, an adventure lost now.
Through the moments are full and complete in my mind.
So many cold wanderings in a scenery which felt like a large home. Is it the living room of your mind a road which people pass freely? And who are you? A bystander? Or a sideshow miracle-man to the eyes of the living dead tenants? This is the underworld, we just put our favorite habits in geometrical order. My traces are still there welcoming me as a Second Coming Lord. Twenty years passed and it already feels like thousands.
-G.M.
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The 27th Way
Art is our primordial helper throughout humanity’s existence. Craftsmanship of tools, weapons and words, images of reality and of alternative worlds. Needless to say we are still cavemen on highly decorated mud structures. Dancing through our imaginations, calibrating our skills, enjoying our ambition. And we create spaces like this, so that our future generations can continue our efforts. Pure innocent souls with dreams and wishes, as wild as our own forgotten ones. I hope you’ll enjoy the pictures of this wild kid with a beard, breaking the rules of the schoolyard, by bringing a bike and riding it through the walls of imagination. His wheels touch the ground…but do not be fooled…
-G.M.
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KIAFATO
Avaton. Ghetto. Avalon. A triptych which may sound overwhelming. But it is not if your childhood is formed there. This is a homage to a few unseen corners of this mundanely bizarre place. Most of it is explored in my latest edits. Its glamour may not be apparent, but its cryptic value is enough for me.
-G.M
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Slaughterhouse
Descent to brutality. Barbarity of power. Can it be channeled?!
This old slaughterhouse, a place of animal cruelty, which in human analogy creates images of terror. All flesh is flesh, all blood is blood. And if the pig had the knife we would squeal as well.
But this is all in the past, and like a cross we sanctify out past deviation, and we reform it to a place of spiritual enlightenment. A modern municipal theatre.
I prefer its outside yard were the waves of energy are transmutated, and as a new priest under the plane’s shadowy protection, I relish in the flow of Danse Macabre.
G.M.
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Hallow Hill
Civilization has grown us mad. The return to nature even in short bursts brings out the madness as well as the creation. The declaration of our insanity, of our irrationality is a return to the magnificence of the Ground that created us. Nature is both scary and hallow, just like we are.
-G.M.
Photography Giolada Chatzigianni
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MURKY SHRINE
…was supposed to be a brand. It never did, so far. Seemed like a neatly fitting title for this gallery, after all. A place that holds up the promise of immense knowledge, of higher education, of broadening the horizons. Alas, the covid situation left it desolate and…murky. Not much changed though, but now it’s more apparent. The few Rays of Sun seemed otherworldly, unwelcomed, yet a carrier of hope and thus used wisely in the aid of our artistic endeavor.
-G.M.
Photography by Giolada Chatzigianni
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