To create an image, to interweave strands of life with colours and lines is the question circling Christos Mavrodis’ search. Working becomes the only viable way of expelling something troubling from his own system; of untangling the yarn of existence. Amorphous beings and unpleasant daydreams emerge from a thick consistency.

A delicate intimacy is exposed, quiet and expansive at the same time, rendered less subtle by the titles which hold matter together. Looking at his work, both a feeling of reward and melancholy crawl up one’s eyes. The thoughtfulness of his enterprise nudges our attention; we participate in this uncompromising display of vulnerabilities, resembling a muffled conversation around a crackling fire.