Κόκκινος κύκλος
Ηλίας Κυριαζής, 2024
A Greek comic-book project revisits stories from television, asking what images, silences and new creative eyes can carry across time.
Feels like curiosity, wonder and nostalgia. About art, time and memory.
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The most inviting image is the one that leaves something unsaid.
Το κόμικ κρατά αυτή την ουσία γυμνή: εικόνα, χρόνος, κενό. Και μέσα σε αυτό το κενό βρίσκεται μεγάλο μέρος της μαγείας. Ίσως τελικά αυτό να είναι και το κοινό στοιχείο ανάμεσα στα κόμικς που διάβαζα από παιδί, στο La Jetée στα storyboards και στις δικές μας σειρές: η πεποίθηση ότι μια εικόνα δεν χρειάζεται να τα εξηγεί όλα. Αρκεί να ανοίγει μια πόρτα. Τα υπόλοιπα τα κάνει η φαντασία του θεατή – ή, στην περίπτωση αυτού του βιβλίου, του αναγνώστη. Οι ιστορίες αυτές άλλωστε έχουν κάτι που ξεπερνά την εποχή στην οποία γεννήθηκαν. Πριν από είκοσι πέντε χρόνια, όταν προβλήθηκαν για πρώτη φορά αυτά τα επεισόδια, δεν μπορούσα να ξέρω πώς θα τα κοιτούσε ο χρόνος. Ηλίας Κυριαζής.The supplied excerpts discuss La Jetée, Chris Marker’s 1962 film, which tells its story almost entirely through still photographs.
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- If you liked Κόκκινος κύκλος, try The Wedding People (Alison Espach), 1936 (Θανάσης Πέτρου) and Where the Sidewalk Ends (Shel Silverstein).
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A prison sentence measured against a country’s changing rulers.
Μπήκα στη φυλακή όταν η Ελλάδα είχε κηρύξει την αβασίλευτη δηµοκρατία και τώρα είχε και πάλι βασιλιά τον Γεώργιο Β΄.
1936 · Θανάσης Πέτρου
The place past the last streetlight is still waiting for you.
There is a place where the sidewalk ends And before the street begins, And there the grass grows soft and white, And there the sun burns crimson bright, And there the moon-bird rests from his flight To cool in the peppermint wind. Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black And the dark street winds and bends. Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow, And watch where the chalk-white arrows go To the place where the sidewalk ends.
Where the Sidewalk Ends · Shel Silverstein
The private language of institutions, translated by someone who has learned to hate it.
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Up the Down Staircase · Bel Kaufman
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