Ancient Phocis and Heart of Darkness

The Archaeological Museum of Amfissa showcases finds from Amfissa and other sites in the Prefecture of Phocis, dating from the Bronze Age to the Early Byzantine period, which illustrate fully the ancient history of region. 

The museum is housed in a typical two-storey urban dwelling of the early twentieth century, one of the very few of its kind preserved in the city. The building, which had previously been used by the National Bank of Greece and as a police station, was ceded by the City of Amfissa to the Ministry of Culture in 1987. The museum has several exhibition rooms on two floors and a multi-purpose exhibition/lecture hall. There is a collection of inscriptions in the courtyard. A restored adjacent building houses a conservation laboratory. 

The Archaeological Museum of Amfissa is overseen by the Tenth Ephorate of Prehistoric and Classical Antiquities. Although relatively new, it attracts a large number of visitors and contributes through its educational character and activities to the better understanding of local history. [ source ]

Heart of Darkness

Maro Michalakakos

RED CARPET (2011)

Maro Michalakakos's installation Red Carpet (2011) is a burgundy coloured strip of velvet whose shaved parts reveal the sharp gnawing claws of some sort of otherwordly creature. The scalpel used as brush, takes the fabric’s nap off in order to distinguish the claw marks. By reversing the roles inherent in both the victimizer and the victim, huntsman and quarry, the work seduces, startles and provokes. The work relates to issues of power, domination and the dialectical irreconciliation of life and death. On an existen- tial level, the viewer witnesses the agony and mania of a sentient being fighting for its survival, grabbing at the last vestiges of hope.

Kendell Geers

AKROPOLIS NOW (2004)

Kendell Geers' installation Akropolis Now is constructed of razor wire mesh of the sort used in prisons or concentration camps and is inspired from various sources. The work's title is a direct reference to Francis Ford Coppola's Apocalypse Now which, as Geers' work also does, draws from Joseph Conrad's book, Heart of Darkness, the epic river trip in the heart of the jungle. All three works are an allegorical journey of inner exploration to the heart of darkness of the inner psych. [ source ]

Crying Lightning

Sat in the cafe by the cracker factory
You were practicing a magic trick
And my thoughts got rude, as you talked and chewed
On the last of your pick and mix

Said your mistaken if your thinking that I haven't been caught cold before
As you bit into your strawberry lace
And then a flip in your attention in the form of a gobstopper
Is all you have left and it was going to waste

Your past-times, consisted of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I love that little game you had called
Crying lightning
And how you like to aggravate the ice-cream man on rainy afternoons

The next time that I caught my own reflection
It was on it's way to meet you
Thinking of excuses to postpone
You never look like yourself from the side
But your profile did not hide
The fact you knew I was approaching your throne

With folded arms you occupy the bench like toothache
Saw them, puff your chest out like you never lost a war
And though I try so not to suffer the indignity of a reaction
There was no cracks to grasp or gaps to claw

And your past-times, consisted of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I hate that little game you had called
Crying lightning
And how you like to aggravate the icky man on rainy afternoons

Uninviting
But not half as impossible as everyone assumes
You are crying lightning

Your past-times, consisted of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I hate that little game you had called
Crying lightning

Your past-times, consisted of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I hate that little game you had called
Crying

Arctic Monkeys

Hey Moon

I know it's been so long

Since we saw each other last
I'm sure we'll find some way
To make the time pass









Hey moon
It's just you and me tonight
Everyone else is asleep
Hey moon
If i was to fall
I won't fall so deep









Though I doubt I'm gonna
You can wake me up if you wanna

And your pale round face
Makes me feel at home in any place
I would happen to be
At a quarter past three








The moon chased the sun out of the sky
"Goodbye sun! The night's begun"
The moon chased the sun out of the sky
"Goodbye sunshine! The night is mine"

Hey moon
It's just you and me tonight
Everyone else is asleep
Hey moon
If I was to fall
I won't fall so deep








Though I doubt I'm gonna
You can wake me up if you wanna

I would hate for you to hang there all alone
The whole night through








Hey moon
My old friend
Hey moon
The night is coming to an end
Hey moon
Come back soon

John Maus

The Symptom 4 - Closure

The Symptom 4

Closure Live by Dimitris Andreou

More about the artists / and the Catalogue of the Exhibition here

All my posts about The Symptom Projects -here-

Berlin: Street Art

Street Art 

in Berlin

So many walls - so little time

Here is a link about Street art in Berlin

The statue

I blow the dust from your lips and beg forgiveness

But there's too much moonlight on your skin
I rise and face the day
Another weary sinner
I can't feel your touch in the blaze of noon









At night I haunt the boulevard
To the songs of Sacha
I need the touch of fingers on my skin
Then the sunrise seeks you through a maze of dragons
And drops its touch
On the fir trees in the wind







They say that ice will melt
Marble can blind you
Doesn't matter what you felt
No-one can find you
To remind you







'Cause you're a statue nothing can hurt you
You've lost the touch
'Cause you're a statue nothing can hurt you
You've lost the touch







No-one can find you
Or move you

The Go-Betweens

Farewell to Wendo

Bloody Mary
I like the things you do, girl
It's surreal, the way you feel
Cause I'm the guy who's in love with you
I am and I won't be home, I'll be back as I go
Clarinets, clarinets time's short
I haven't pushed you out of my hair yet.
Aya anampa

It always seems that
I need to keep the distance to come closer to what they say is true.
Does that mean
I should believe it
That's why I sing
Aya anampa

The secondary function of a bathroom mirror
is to measure murmurs in mental mud,
I just like to read it
Aya anampa

Murder me with orgasms! Formula, formula
Obcsene gestures, call me names
I'm gonna start a rumour
It goes like this
Aya anampa

Mock and Toof

Where It All Starts

Bright as the stars, 

Rise and fall 

Do you ever wonder 

Where it all starts? 

Believe it; 

Wear the cloak. 

Swimming above, 

Watching the flood 

Bright as the stars 

Rise and fall 

Do you ever wonder 

Where do we start? 

Believe it; 

The rain will come 

Another night, 

Another day. 

Everywhere we look 

Lights are moving faster, 

And then, 

You see it there, 

Slowly holding on, 

Colours fill your mind, 

And voices, 

Singing our song, 

And voices, 

Singing along 

Here we are, 

Standing tall, 

Waiting and hoping. 

See the lights shut

Over me, 

Over the water. 

Another day goes by, 

Love in your eyes 

Stare patiently 

To see the sky. 

Then what? 

Thievery Corporation

Nobody's Fault But My Own

Treated you like a rusty blade

A throwaway from an open grave

Cut you loose from a chain gang

And let you go

And on the day you said it's true

Some love holds, some gets used

Tried to tell you I never knew

It could be so sweet

Who could ever be so cruel,

Blame the devil for the things you do

It’s such a selfish way to lose

The way you lose these wasted blues

These wasted blues

Tell me that it's nobody's fault

Nobody's fault

But my own

That it's nobody's fault

Nobody's fault

But my own

When the moon is a counterfeit

Better find the one that fits

Better find the one that lights

The way for you

When the road is full of nails,

Garbage pails and darkened jails

And their tongues

Are full of heartless tales

That drain on you

Who would ever notice you

You fade into a shaded room

It's such a selfish way to lose

The way you lose these wasted blues

These wasted blues

Tell me that it's nobody's fault

Nobody's fault But my own

Tell me that it's nobody's fault

Nobody's fault

But my own tell me that it's nobody's fault

Nobody's fault

But my own

Tell me that it's nobody's fault

Nobody's fault

Beck