This series of photographs is like wandering about blurry landscapes of memory, a place where images are no longer clear but the remains of impressions that keep whispering questions.
Who is there? Who is missing? What has been forgotten? Faces and forms are slipping away the moment we try to hold on to them. The photographs resemble dreams you cannot remember clearly; they don’t wish to be explained. You only need to experience them, to project your own emotions on the blurry forms and the dark spaces.

…Did we ever really exist in our dreams? (Pantelis Rodostoglou, Diafana Krina)