Landscape Body / series 2022-2023
Landscape Body
A place, an identity, a hallucination, digested in a body.
A blurred body sinking within itself,
as a narrative written on a stinky pelt.
And then you wake up in a landscape of empty beds and dying plants,
tore apart by the wind.
Laying on the floor, as you watch your body becoming non-space.
A monument of the conflicts within.
A neutral landscape, white and flat.
Full of narratives, full of myths, full of substance and boredomness.
Penetrated by the sounds.
Sounds echoing on your empty body,
violently colliding with your fictional identity.
And then you sink again within a landscape,
vague, same as the fog when you think of your earliest memories.
— Anestis Ioannou / 2021
