STATHIS DIMITRIADIS
MRSS
My making process usually starts with a concept that I encounter through reading that sparks my interest because it can trigger a visual, physical, or spatial manifestation that I can twist and re-interpret. This could be anything from a fascinating word, a saying, a metaphor, a verse of a poem or even a slogan.
Read more on The London Group Newsletter:
A Question Of Process #23: Stathis Dimitriadis – The London Group
Interview in Greek National Radio:
“Κουβέντες μακρινές” με τον εικαστικό Στάθη Δημητριάδη
"Κουβέντες μακρινές" με τον εικαστικό Στάθη Δημητριάδη | 05.11.24 - Η ΦΩΝΗ ΤΗΣ ΕΛΛΑΔΑΣ
Chapter I: The Find
They say true places never exist in maps They hide under rubble and noisy rivers They linger on the tip of leaves waiting for the morning sun Theyr boiled down to your bone marrow You find them when you go shopping to cure your ageusia You try to avoid them like reefs emerging from undersea volcanoes You bag them carefully with naphthalene and hang them deep in closets ...
Chapter II: The Dream
...eyes closed ears clogged bottles corked Air tight hopes and everyday tokens that you fiddle with inside your pockets to draw strength from miniscule firecrackers which start your engine when frosty news make the world unlivable Of course you are allowed to think you can change the world Day dreaming on board your bottle ship harpooning dragons steering stars soothing sirens ...
I am using the ASC Croydon Cube Gallery where my studio is as a playground of clay, objects, materials and words. In thinker thinger threader, every window display is a chapter in a story of experimentation between an idea and a thing, a lost thread in the world fabric.
Chapter III: The Make
...Your sea is a pond in a puddle reflecting a beauty books omit An aftertaste of vacuum that feels better with clay Since things are thots that thread our stories Noisy clouds you can't keep a lid on Beautiful stuff with no meaning Great inventions of nothingness Gospels in absurdism Aphorisms of chaos Lumpy amalgams of divine mechanisms ...
Chapter IV: The Road
... they knew once how to navigate the apocalypse Sure n steady yet useless now A Theseus without Ariadne looking for way out a roundabout that signs have forgotten When everywhere is a stone and no direction is home Only a looping trail through fields of dreamless summernights Where scorpions search for shade under shuddered eggshells offering their tail for a handshake
COLLABORATIONS
Participating in live performance collaborative events with poets, writers and artists of various creative practices gives me the freedom to experiment with language, objects and space, bringing fresh ideas and playful experiences.
EPF 2024 — European Poetry Festival
MA Research Project
2 years investigation in the relationships between material qualities, transformative actions and making elements.
