ther. Sometimes, the rejected ones come back in my mind and I edit them. My ideas always change and they are formed depending on the stimuli of the external environment. I cannot count the time of preparation of each idea, and during the creative process there are many "accidents" and various factors that may extend the completion of a project. In a very good day with good spiritual condition and a proper preparation with photographs and sketches, I started a painting of 80 x 80cm, which I finished next day. I had to work for three weeks on another painting of same dimensions. If something goes wrong on a project, I leave it apart and start another one. This is also important for another reason: working with oils and multiple layering needs some resting time in between the two layers so, to allow them to get dry and not mix all the colors together, they need some “break”. Now let's focus on your artworks: I would like to start with your interesting work 'It's been a long time, but the day seems much longer to me' that our readers have been admired in the starting pages of this article: would you tell us something about the genesis of this piece? What was your initial inspiration? Untitled, 160 x 110 cm, oil on canvas, 2013
It is a piece created specifically for Insprire Festival 2012 "The World Is Not Enough" of the Macedonian Museum of Thessaloniki, during a workshop 20/09/2012 until 26/09/2012. The Workshop was led by two established artists Alexandros Tzannis and
changed- non existing friends, nor the greenery that filled up with life our garden, or the sounds of the chickens and other animals, nor the friends’ voices that called me to play. Even now I live in another country which is not the country I grew up (Greece), not even Albania.
I had to follow one of the given issues: Time and Memory??, Symbol and Metaphor or Constellations: The Collection. I chose Time and Memory. After a presentation of the works of the two guest artists and other artists related to the themes of the Workshop, I had already the idea on my mind. It was the bars of the window from my childhood home in Albania. It exists until today to remind me the haunted past of a carefree childhood, freedoms and family environment restrictions and the Civil War that followed in 1997 which I experienced. Everything has
So this image seems to be more distant to me. I grew up, I hurt, I succeeded, I failed, I lost loved relatives and moved on. I did not watch the life of this window. It is still there unchanged; all that has changed are the crumbling walls. But there is "a particular day ", which was to change my life. What happened? Even artists have the right to keep secrets. Besides my art is a game of visual elements that invite the viewer to play. 44
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