George Pavlopoulos Athens, Greece
Artist Statement
I come from Athens but I live in Berlin; being a stranger is a privilege for me. My days are full of writing, although I rarely finish something. No matter how hard I try, I am only able to write prose. Years of effort ended up in three novels, a couple of short stories and a bunch of travelogues. I started taking photos a few years ago searching for the poetry I can’t write.
Short Elegy for Anafi
The wind strikes the hillsides mercilessly and all the boats at the tiny port resemble carved pebbles. Late in the afternoon, a steep road pushes the travelers towards Chora, and as the sun sets behind the village, one can only see an outline: electricity...
‘Tis a Jolly Grryo Christmas
What does a Grryo Christmas look like? We asked each member of the Grryo Lead team to share their heartfelt experiences... Romina's story For me, so much about the Christmas season is about the sacredness of time. As soon as December arrives, I am hit with an...
Fears and Memories in Helsinki
March of fears and memories. At the end of every downward road the sea appears frozen. Huge slices of ice are floating on the water like melancholic islands. Blue eerie light all day long. The wind is whipping the faces as a reminder that winter never really...