Σφίγγα / Sfigga

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ΣΥΝΤΡΙΜΜΙΑ / RUBBLE

Sfigga opened its doors for the first time with the first solo show of Vasilis Georgoulas and it was full of dirt and red.
Thanks to Miltos Digkas, Mariella Panagiotou, Hydrama, Senior Christos, Daphne Panotopoulou, our neighbours for welcoming us, John Koitsanos and Dimitris Tairis for the pictures, Maria Olga Parasiri for the translations and Alexandra Olympia Peristeraki for keeping you all up to date.

See you in early April for our official opening 🖤

Setting up for HIGGS BOSSON BLUES, first solo show ⚒

03-06/02/23 18:00-22:00

opening Friday 03/02/23 18:00-22:00

SFIGGA is proud to present first solo show:
YOU HAVE TO GO THROUGH THE BARBED WIRE TO ENTER THE RED.

THAT'S THE FEELING I GOT FROM THE CAR.
I HAVEN'T COME ACROSS ANYBODY FOR MILES AND MILES NOW. THERE'S ONLY PINE TREES, ROBINS AND SMALL PAIRS OF EYES

GLANCING AMONG THEM FROM TIME TO TIME. I LIT A CIGARETTE, TURNED THE EMERGENCY LIGHTS ON AND STEPPED OUT IN THE COLD TO HAVE A P**S AND GET SOME AIR. NICK CAVE INSIDE, TALKING ABOUT ROBERT JOHNSON AND THE DEVIL.

THEN, I HEARD A CAR APPROACHING FROM A DISTANCE.

I WAS STARTLED.

AS IF WE WERE ON A DATE, IT CAME SLOWLY FROM THE OPPOSITE LANE AND TURNED ITS EMERGENCY LIGHTS ON RIGHT ACROSS FROM ME.

A WOMAN GOT OFF, JUST LIKE LADY DEATH FROM BUKOWSKI'S PULP. EVERYTHING GOING ON WAS SO FAKE AND WEIRD THAT I THOUGHT I SHOULD HAVE BEEN DREAMING. LADY DEATH LIT A CIGARETTE AND MOTIONED ME OVER. THE LAST FEW GUITAR CHORDS IN THE CAR COULD BE HEARD FROM INSIDE AND AS I GOT CLOSER TO HER, THE FEELING I GOT FROM THE CAR WOULD GROW STRONGER AND STRONGER.
SHE TOOK ME BY THE HAND AND LITERALLY SAID, "YOU HAVE TO GO THROUGH THE BARBED WIRE TO ENTER THE RED."

I, AS IF MY VOICE AND WILL HAD BEEN TAKEN AWAY, SAID NOTHING AND FOLLOWED HER INTO THE WOODS.

I KNEW I WAS ABOUT TO EXPERIENCE SOMETHING NEW, BUT AT THE SAME TIME I WAS DEEPLY DRAWN INTO IT.

I DIDN'T PAUSE FOR A SECOND.

THE WET SOIL HAD A SMELL THAT I CAN'T DESCRIBE IN WORDS.

IF I'M GOING TO LEAVE, LET IT BE THAT WAY, AND NOT MISERABLY.

THAT'S WHAT I WAS THINKING AS WE WALKED ARM IN ARM THROUGH THE TREES. AFTER A WHILE, WE FOUND OURSELVES IN THE MIDDLE OF NOWHERE, SURROUNDED BY BARBED WIRE. SHE POINTED TO A HOLE AND TOLD ME THE SAME THING ONCE MORE.

WITHOUT EVER LOOKING AT HER FACE, I TOOK A BREATH, LET GO OF HER HAND AND WALKED TOWARDS THE SPOT SHE HAD SHOWN ME.

I STEPPED THROUGH THE HOLE AND THEN I ENTERED THE RED

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