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When I was 12 my father bought a Nikon EM camera to capture family events. It was a tiny black metallic magical machine with a standard 50mm lens. The photos it gave us were fantastic. I loved that camera so much I ended buying one for myself when I was 20 and finally on my own in Montreal.

Ever since I have been fascinated by the photographic image, particularly black and white film-based photos. Photography was always one of my passions, even as I started to paint and draw as a kid.There is something infinitely scintillating, almost transcendent about the tonal gradations in a silver gelatin black and white print. There is also something profoundly philosophical about capturing the world solely in a range of light with no color.

My parents’ old wedding photos, my father’s old photos from his days as a young man in Greece, and antique photographs from the early days of photography, all in black and white, were divine sources of inspiration to me.

This realization that memory may be stored in pieces of paper coated with silver has struck me ever since as a kind of alchemical art form, one that goes back to the cave drawings of prehistory, and one that most explicitly captures the elusive quality of eros and thanatos.

As an artist who works in painting and sculpture as well as photography I wanted to make the variables of light, set, and fashion more and more prominent in my photographs. The fabrication of bronze pieces, the crowns of flowers and leaves, the paintings in the background, all become part of my biographical traces in every image I shoot.