the 1st Biennale of Santorini (with review)


My first recollection of Santorini was an article in the National Geographic around 1974. The colourful houses that seemed to be built one on top of the other, climbing the perilous steep cliffs like giant steps seemed beyond magic.

3 paintings about dreams 1997 (note this is not the work submitted)

It greatly inspired and fascinated me.  My second memory of Santorini were  nightmare events that I had in 1975. The houses that were built so steep up the cliffs were crumbling down, and I was in such a house, until I woke up shaken. These dreams would reoccur like a nightly TV episode for a week or so, with the plot developing and expanding.