Art Of Stockhenge (Agora-4th Athens Biennale 2013)

There are spaces in this urban block inner city Athens, that hold early memories of myself. My father was working and doing business in some of the rooms between these walls. It seems like another life, yet i still have images from my childhood in there. My projects in the city bring me often to walk around this block. But in the old stock exchange building-it must be something like five years that it have moved to a new bulding out of the center-i had never been until now. Althougt the strains to affect life it holds. Entering it felt a lot like entering the changes of experience the recent years. Without knowing anything. Finding an environment that was built for a very certain cause, transformed into, apparently, something completely different, could be a sign that the wheel is turning, how a great sence humor life has, or how behind the masks we humans wear and trade, there is something unchangable. It's like a picture of life appearing through another perspective. A temple of money into a playground for art. The wooden bench on where the traders were giving buy and sell orders, are now covered with comments and mails from social networks. The circular construction brought to mind the temple of Stonehenge. That too a power institution of the society of its time. But the paralel metaphor from a muse-struck mind might be a hint on the invisible lines that connect everything in space and time.