On hold

On hold I grew up in an environment that shifted radically throughout the years. Intense developments took place in Attica and its suburbs during the ‘90s. Landscape looked different every day, and as a result no clear memory was registered as childhood typical scenery. Some stills, maybe, a kind of snapshots of a process. I, thus, became a sensitive observer to alternations and shifts. An alternation can be everlasting, or instant. In addition, some changes are temporary, while others are permanent. No one can be ever certain that the alternation taking place right in front of one’s very eyes is over. The landscapes I caught myself observing reflect various moments of the diverse alternations that take place now and in the future and will continue to do so. Some have gone a full circle, others are in progress, and new ones are about to surface. After all, uncertainty results to anticipation. We expect the alternation's progress. When it is done, we expect the beginning of a new one.