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| Angelos Agiostratitis | |
Angelos Agiostratitis |
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I have been working in the computer graphics field for about a decade now. I initially started working as a graphic artist. However, I was drawn by the multimedia industry, which gave me the freedom of using several techniques and software, animation, as well as sound, and hence was able to create more integrated pieces. |
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LOVEBIRDS
2006 |
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| "...they flew away to seek the richest and more beautifull forest ever existed...
they passed above rivers and high trees,
through rain and opened seas and finally
they found what they seek
the land of their dreams.
...and as they stare at the blue, the red and the richest seeds
they somehow forgot their deepest needs
no talk, no hug, no love in their eyes
now that they ve found them all
in their heart there is nothing but ice!"
Digitally painted in Photoshop and Painter, using a wacom.... |
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Tango Passione
2006 |
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| There are moments that i dont wanna say anyhting...
...just enjoy the silence of time, the passion exploding, the colours created in our minds when we dance... a tango passione!
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Every Time Love meets a lie
2004 |
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What use do you have of eyes that even though open, cannot see?
When your heart is being submersed by absolute emptiness, and your mind desperately seeks for a new beginning, a new meaning...and you rush out of the small canal hoping to flow into the wide spread sea, ...where everything is in constant change, everything moves, everything dies and is being reborn... carrying your own cross, the one raised high above all of your dreams, every time love meets a lie...
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End of Innocence
2005 |
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| the end of the innocence, the crime of passion and the eternal questions projected by our minds... |
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They Dance Away
2004 |
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"The trumpets sounded one last time in order to alert the remaining crowds that it is time to depart.
No one really knows the exact date that the sacred city had been built. It is believed that it was created on top of an ancient metropolis that was there long before the cataclysm, even prior to the birth of the lake at that altitude.
The chosen ones would have to take a specific course, over secret, untrodden sides, valleys and high mountains before they could reach the sacred city, where they would stay for three months, long enough to have been taught and acquired the rules and mentality of the wise elders.
When winter would prepare to cover with its white, cold garment the whole mountain and before the lake frozes over, the trumpets would strike in order to notify the prentices for the long journey of return.
The domes of the largest towers where in essence balloons, built by the elders, which detach and rise in the air carrying the insiders back to their home towns. The journey lasts up to five days and then the operators return in order to seal again the towers with their balloons and live within the frozen city until their next travel.
The elders, meant to stay behind, say goodbye to the chosen ones while the colorful balloons blend along with the sky and the air almost like they ‘re dancing their own distinguished farewell dance as they draw away and get lost within the approaching clouds, ushering in the new season. "
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Visions from the Past |
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" I open my eyes and see a neighborhood so different from anything I‘ve ever experienced...
I see old buildings, I sense their distinguished,subtle aroma fading away in the refreshing air, tender flowers and blossoms leaning down from tiny, slender balconies in an effort to touch me. A river whispering to me stories while dancing softly through the narrow
canal, dancing careless through time. A sky creating luxuriant colorful paintings...a world that embraces me...a world offering to become part of me...
"And as I wake up from my childish dreams I violently confront my current reality. I find myself once more surrounded by enormous, terrifying buildings that steal away from me the sun. Weak, sorrowful trees desperately struggling to survive in the suffocative polluted atmosphere, buried amongst monstrous cars and an inhuman crowd...
I came to realize that all this beauty was merely a brief dream of another neighborhood, another reality, another vision from the past... "
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The tree of Wisdom |
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Light and dark,
white and black,
the good and the bad
the genious and the mad,
birth and death,
the same old paths,
the same old battles,
the same questions will always come,
nobody will win,
nobody will lose,
the one without the other canot be,
this is the balance of the old tree.
So now you may choose your path
Which will be the light or the dark?
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