RAVIV GANCHROW – IMAGING FATEsound
STILL HERE IIinstallationsound
RAINBOW STUMPSislandperformance & writingsound
SLOW RISING WHITE SALESperformance & writing
RE-INVITED DEAD FOLKSperformance & writing
FRONT OF HEAD VOIDperformance & writing
WE ARE SMALLperformance & writing
3102islandperformance & writing
TWO THOUSAND THIRTEEN – GO NEW ENCOUNTERSisland
CLOWNING IN THE NEW YEARinstallationisland
SANTO-GYPSIESislandperformance & writing
HALLOWEEN NEXT – MIDNIGHT DECOMPOSUREinstallationisland
TURNING RADIUS OF OUTER WINGTIPislandperformance & writing
MANIFESTO-INGislandperformance & writing
LONDON IS EMPTY, BUT HAS AMAZING CAB DRIVERSinstallationislandperformance & writing
MANIFESTO FOR MANIFESTOS IN CRISISisland
CARL WEBER ARRIVES ON SANTORINIisland
JULY 18TH 2012island
KYIV DIARY – DAY LASTinstallationislandperformance & writing
KYIV DIARY – DAY 2installationislandperformance & writing
ISLANDS’ UNDERSIDESislandperformance & writing
NEW BLOOD GREEK CINEMAinstallationisland
INTERN’S DIARY – JUNE 26THislandperformance & writing
INTERN’S DIARY – JUNE 25THinstallationislandperformance & writing
INTERN’S DIARY – JUNE 24THislandperformance & writing
INTERN’S DIARY – JUNE 23RDislandperformance & writing
Megan Dominescubg-color-11textile art
Intern’s diary – June 22ndislandperformance & writing
Praire, tights factory, screenisland
Kyiv Diary – Day 1 May 22installationislandperformance & writing
Claire Bishop and our literal speedislandtalk
Fictive pursuitsislandperformance & writing
The long braid, the balcony, the arrowislandperformance & writing
Tragic historiographyislandperformance & writing
Sign competitioninstallationislandperformance & writingsound
The copyistinstallationislandperformance & writingsound
A house with a viewinstallationperformance & writingsound
Radio Free Santorini + Aural Lighthousesbg-color-5installationperformanceradiosoundtalk
New Blood Greek Cinemabg-color-4video
Pachinko Playalong + new Fello worksbg-color-3installationlive performancesoundvideo
Nina Fischer & Maroan El Sanibg-color-2installation
Order of the Third Birdbg-color-1performancevideo
Trajal Harrell – Sister or He Buried the Bodyartbg-color-8performance
INTERN’S DIARY – JUNE 24TH
8:20 – All of the team departs for a film shooting at the volcano, save Carl and the intern, who works on a contact sheet.
9:00 – Nina, Kostas, Maroan, Ileana, Peter and Jessica arrive on the Volcano.
Shooting begins at the volcano.
11:40 – The contact sheet is finished. The others swim.
1:10 – Jessica and Ana embark on an expedition to the conference center to do some printing.
1:45 – Upon return, we lunch; our guest is a PR man and his girlfriend.
3:30 – Jessica and Ana return to the conference center.
4:30 – The two return victorious.
5:15 – A trip is made to Oia with the purpose of inviting Atlantis Books to the Santozeum event on the 26th.
6:45 – We return to the house.
6:50 – 2/3 of the Santozeum team visit the Santorini Palace to negotiate the booking of rooms for the incoming directors.
7:15 – The two return semi-victorious.
8:30 – Jessica and Ana head out to a café to get some chocolate, coffee, and a lemon meringue tart.
9:00 – Gavdos. Southwards and The Blind Fisherman turn out to be a success, with someone from the Santorini Film Club promising a large turnout the following night.
Ana: I am half-sick of staircases at this point in time, but the work accomplished is already proving to be endlessly useful. I know now what it is to complete tasks, on my part; the structuring of information and the manifestation of its presentation is altogether deeply rewarding, especially in this atmosphere of blue and air and sea salt. The plans we make with neighboring establishments are almost perfect and we are nearly certain that our visitors may possibly perhaps have lodgings soon enough.
The pleasure borne of our professional successes is not quite mitigated by our journey to Oia, the sparkling white other-town. Our purpose here is to delve into the old pages and winding space littered with witty notes where an invitee of ours runs a bookshop. This is a space of innumerable small delights to me, but the space is sometimes disparate in character from its inhabitants, and as we leave in a glow of sun, not all of us are sure of having made the right decision. At least we are sure of what we corporeally took away from the encounter, and regardless of the day’s trials and impressions, I read haiku late into the night.