Little Empty Boat (I)

You found me at some party

You thought I'd understand

You barreled over to me

With a drink in each hand

I respect your beliefs, girl,

And I consider you a friend,

But I've already been born once,

I don't wanna to be born again.

Your knowledge is impressive

And your argument is good

But I am the resurrection, babe,

And you're standing on my foot!

But my little boat is empty

It don't go

And my oar is broken

It don't row, row, row

But my little boat is empty

It don't go

And my oar is broken

It don't row

Nick Cave

It's you

  

Oh dear sweet mama

I'm not feeling well

Can I step out

For a little while?

But I go missing

I steal away

And I go kissing

In the alleyway

All I want to do

And all I want to grow up to be

Is all caught up with you

Look what you're doing to me

Oh dearest young man

Teach me sweetheart

How to love you

I'm a clever girl

You've got me lying

You've got me leaving home

You've got me crying

When I'm alone

When I'm not with you my dreams are so very dark

When I'm not with you I dream of my hair falling out

When I'm not with you I walk dark tunnels of my heart

When I'm not with you everything comes apart

PJ Harvey

The Ghost Song

Awake.

Shake dreams from your hair

my pretty child, my sweet one.

Choose the day and choose the sign of your day

the day's divinity

First thing you see.

A vast radiant beach and cooled jeweled moon

Couples naked race down by it's quiet side

And we laugh like soft, mad children

Smug in the wooly cotton brains of infancy

The music and voices are all around us.

Choose they croon the Ancient Ones

the time has come again

choose now, they croon

beneath the moon

beside an ancient lake

Enter again the sweet forest

Enter the hot dream

Come with us

everything is broken up and dances.

Jim Morrison

Big Jumps

I walked all morning to lift my heart,

'Cause the world keeps dancing with the paperman.

I love you never talk in dreams,

But now it's here your happiness is real.

Oh make some big jumps, big jumps,

You're afraid to break some bones.

Come on make some big jumps, big jumps,

Life is yours alone.

You hold your head up, your head up high, like you think I do.

Sometimes I feel so confused,

I'm under the illusion that I have to choose.

I love you always know the way,

The way back home always is the same.

Without you I would never rise again.

Without you I would never rise.

Hey there sunshine lift my heart,

I know life is long but it goes so fast.

I love you never feeling old,

You never bought the rubbish that they sold.

Oh make some big jumps, big jumps,

You're afraid to break some bones.

Come on make some big jumps, big jumps,

Life is yours alone.

You hold your head up, 

your head up high, 

like you think I do.

Emiliana Torrini

I Melt With You

 Moving forwards using all my breath 

Making love to you was never second best

I saw the world crashing all around your face

Never really knowing it was always mesh and lace

I'll stop the world and melt with you

You've seen the difference and it's getting better all the time

There's nothing you and I won't do

I'll stop the world and melt with you

-You should know better- 

Dream of better lives the kind which never hates

-You should see why- 

Trapped in a state of imaginary grace

-You should know better- 

I made a pilgrimage to save this human's race

-You should see why- 

Never comprehending the race had long gone bye

I'll stop the world and melt with you 

You've seen the difference and it's getting better all the time 

There's nothing you and I won't do 

I'll stop the world and melt with you 

The future's open wide

Modern English

Strangers

 Can anybody see the light

Where the morn meets the dew and the tide rises

Did you realise, 

no one can see inside your view

Did you realise, 

for why this sight belongs to you

Just set aside your fears of life

Thru this sole desire

Done it warning

Done it now

This ain't real

On in this side

Did you realise, 

no one can ever see inside you view

Did you realise,

forewhy this sight belongs to you

Portishead

Window Shopping

My sister do you remember graduation

we don't need no education 

is really occupation levitation

Window shopping your life away 

you weren't born into poverty and living this way 

you could be in Hollywood, you should be a model

or a mistress of a politician

but my sister you don't listen 

Window shopping your life away

you weren't born into poverty and living this way 

My sister ah you look a little faded

I know you'd call it jaded 

unemployment's over-rated, over graded 

  

My sister

don't ask God for money 

he know's you couldn't handle money 

so if you're ever gonna get it 

go get it yourself

cause now you`re 

Window shopping..

Ola Joyce

Undisclosed Recipients II

TAF presents the exhibition "Undisclosed Recipients" until 31 August 2011

  

The term Undisclosed Recipients is most often used in today's electronic communication in case someone wants to send a message via email to a number of unknown (unrevealed, secret) recipients.

On this occasion, we investigate the issue of the artist - artwork - viewer relationship and examine in what way the artwork becomes a communication tool, i.e. an 'intermediary', between the artist and the viewer.

If the viewer is necessary as final recipient of the creative process, how does he in turn perceive the work? How does he read it and in what way does he appropriate it?

This also brings forth the question of the relationship between the artist and his/her work. Does the artist ultimately take the viewer into consideration at the time of the production process? Are there any 'unknown - secret recipients' to whom the message he/she wants to convey is intended? Or even perhaps subconsciously during the 'artistic act', does the artist open a dialog with the viewer that lies within him?

This exhibition includes 23 upcoming artists who, although they seemingly appear to be somewhat heterogeneous in terms of their morphological and plastic elements, all try by their own means and through their own personal code to communicate with the public. The basic element that 'ties' these artists together and unites them under a common purpose is the structural need itself. The need to have their message reach its natural recipient.

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Curator: 

 Skouloudis Panos

Participants:

Ianthi Angelioglou, Apollonas Glykas, Eleni Dimitropoulou, Polina Zioga, Andreas Kampas, Mpampis Karalis, Maria Lianou, Iliodora Margellos, Konstantinos Makropoulos, Eirini Mpazara, Kamilo Nollas, Mario De Pantouanis, Fani Pantazidou, Konstantinos Patsios, Martha Petraki, Athina Rombie, Nikos Sepentzoglou, Panos Skouloudis, Eri Skyrgianni,   Alexandra Stravoravdi, Sofia Toumpoura, Pavlos Tsakonas, Nikos Hatzikonstantis

Undisclosed Recipients I

 

TAF presents the exhibition "Undisclosed Recipients"  until 31 August 2011

The term Undisclosed Recipients is most often used in today's electronic communication in case someone wants to send a message via email to a number of secret recipients.

This is an increasing phenomenon mainly due to the development and progress of technology but also of communication tools.

On this occasion, we investigate the issue of the artist - artwork - viewer relationship and examine in what way the artwork becomes a communication tool

There is the frequent question whether the viewer is actually needed to justify his presence and to complete a work of art, or art is on its own an elite status that is only addressed to the few and insiders. In other words, whether the work is sufficient and autonomous even without being viewed by the general public

(to be continued in part II)

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Curator: 

Skouloudis Panos

Participants:

Ianthi Angelioglou, Apollonas Glykas, Eleni Dimitropoulou, Polina Zioga, Andreas Kampas, Mpampis Karalis, Maria Lianou, Iliodora Margellos, Konstantinos Makropoulos, Eirini Mpazara, Kamilo Nollas, Mario De Pantouanis, Fani Pantazidou, Konstantinos Patsios, Martha Petraki, Athina Rombie, Nikos Sepentzoglou, Panos Skouloudis, Eri Skyrgianni, Alexandra Stravoravdi , Sofia Toumpoura, Pavlos Tsakonas, Nikos Hatzikonstantis

Z_ummer Exhibition

Danae Stratou - “Breathing Circle” 2008.

Zoumboulakis Galleries welcome the summer holidays with the group show “Summer 2011”. 

Works of small and large dimensions, old and collectibles are presented by the artists of the Gallery.

Kostas Christopoulos' work 

Exhibition Duration

30 June until 10 September 2011

No tears for the creatures of the night

  

 No tears for the creatures of the night

No tears

My eyes are dry

Goodbye

I feel so hollow 

I just don't understand

Nothing's turned out like I

like I planned

My head's exploding

My mouth is dry

I can't help it if I've forgotten how to

cry

No tears for the creatures of the night

No tears

My eyes are dry

Tuxedomoon

Stand Still

Can you swallow the food they bring?

Can you hear the bells ring?

You know there is a crack in everything

that's how the lie gets in

Stand still

'Cause there is no time

No time

No time for curtain calls

Heard you're moving to Babylon

I hope you're having fun

Run monkeys from skeletons

Here they come

Stand still

'Cause there is no time

No time

No time for curtain calls

Why don't you see me as you once did?

I'm still hanging around

My love tell me what you've found

I still have your jacket

And you still have my heart

My heart

Can you stick to the thoughts you have?

Are you still sad?

I'm sorry about the weather

A dog would have no better

Stand still

And then you rise

Rise

Chimes and Bells

At The Stars

Oh wonderful one why are you like that

glow in the darkness that's how we do it

just like the stars upon your ceiling that

put you to sleep after

Oh wonderful one why are you like that

glow in the darkness that's how we do it

just like the stars upon your ceiling that

put you to sleep after

just like the stars upon your ceiling that

put you to sleep after

 in the darkness of your room

in your room

hanging with your feet

here

we are apart

again

and again

that doesn't make sense

and in the end they ask you for your reply

don't you tell them what you found out

there is time

Warpaint