The portrait of my mother

A day in my mother's life. The documentary shows her daily routine, something that I personally find very interesting as I believe that the true self of a person lies in the "insignificant".
Related Works
This short film is the portrait of a man, emphasizing a specific aspect of himself, that is, his engagement with musical improvisation.
"Oh, Johnny!" is a short documentary about John (Vinylios), his interest in fashion and his relation to drag shows.
It is an Interactive Installation that deals with the issues of immigration, wars and surveillance of citizens on a global scale.
Α work based on the rules of kinetic poetry and explores the relationship between Space and Self. The Space defined by our Self [Ego] is malleable, it changes and interacts with the Space of Others. Physical and non-physical, the Space covered by the Ego is hetero-determined and constantly changing in eternity.
This is the first video of my audiovisual installation entitled "Riot Strike Riot". The audiovisual installation entitled "Riot Strike Riot" is based on the political repression and social disorders of recent years with a focus on Greece, but also with influences from abroad. The installation has presented from a subjective point of view, the socio-political image of today through audiovisual digital media, interactive systems, and objects.
This video was created as part of the work for the art class of technical images. It was named lock down as it takes place during the second quarantine and shows two parallel lives of people and how each of them experiences their confinement. The idea, the shots and the editing are by Markella Floka and the music was entirely edited by Dimitris Pantelis.
Every expression of the subject is inherent in the body image, indicating the lack of being, which desire tries to cover.
Α thought upon all the things we don't listen to, until we can't but listen. Αη animation featuring a creature balancing over the words that are haunting her.
The quarantine's experience time has functioned as a humanized time. Its previous social barbarity was imprisoned in the familiar cage of my soul and became my creation time. Each day was my friend, an eternal circular and dynamic present, a consciousness without conflicts. It was like an eternity that is experienced differently every moment. An unprecedented form of stillness gripped me and perpetuated in many abstract fragments which finally formed the new texture of my existence, in this peculiar isolation. I became from the carcass of time I was before, its qualitative disintegration… Reality was distorted and experienced illusively. The time from the alienation that was before, was transformed and became the cover for the scratched truth of myself. This kind of time my conscience had dreamed to live.












