Memories into Art
Today in the studio August 7th, 2017 When I was around 9 or 10 years old, my school decided that we needed to see the rest of the island of Crete. Born and bred in Heraklion, in the capital, we were convinced that our world stopped at the suburbs. Of course, as time has passed, I realise that there was actually a lot to explore, and most of it very unfamiliar and diverse. Crete is a large place and has due to necessity and constant attacks from the sea, its inhabitants created little worlds in the interior and in the long-suffering sea ports. Little lost, fortified worlds, places invisible from the old roads, hidden away from the tax collectors, marauders and pirates. Chania, the subject of this print, seemed like an entirely different continent. Tiny compared to Heraklion and very run down. What was actually happening was that Heraklion was been brutally redeveloped and Chania had not yet become a victim of the concrete fever that gripped most of Greece in the sixties. Now...