These layered images have been a habit of mine since the first time I came to Europe. I remember wanting to go behind the facades since as a tourist we are always thrust to the surface of a new culture. There are many ways to think about it, that feeling of not being sure of my place, being a voyeur, the law of nature that states we cannot observe a thing without changing it. This time around, I’m quite deliberate that I don’t belong anywhere, in Athens I was lost majority of the time and I’m sure that is obvious. I just enjoyed it.

My studio in Athens was all as promised. Spacious, super comfy bed, and filled with custom furniture pieces and cabinets crafted in the basement by Christos, a woodworker for fun. To the right is an old letterpress station that he filled with art supplies for his guests to use. To find a big tub was also a dream after a long journey. The key was ginormous and the shelves had large jars of dry herbs. I was inspired to cook but I was all day lost in the city and only ever enjoyed tea and some of the oranges. Orange trees are a common street tree in Athens and even though I come from a citrus town, I’d say they were something to write on home about.