The chase of rediscovering the United States landscape stimulated by the American Movies.
I always find it to be a unique experience when I touch upon US soil. I call it
familiarity. I am acquainted with everything. I have been here before. Perhaps I
even grew up here. In a way, I think I did. And that’s because of the thousands
of American movies I have been watching since I was a little kid. America feels like
a film set on its own and I am the action. I’m racing through the endless highways
of the State of Texas, I book myself in cheap motel rooms on the road, I eat pancakes
at desert diners in small desolate Mid West towns, I seek parking lots cramped with old,
faded, street mural advertising all in search for the America that I know. The country that
I saw flickering across the screens of movie theatres and TV back at home in Greece.
For the past four years, I have been driving across the country reliving each American
movie scene I had in my mind. I thought I was the action, but I learned that I was becoming
the direction. I started to physically explore America.
My images represent thousands of little movie moments, which are deeply rooted into my
memory. I am not looking for a movie location, I’m looking for the reflection of reality in the
mirror of film. In my eyes and lens, this is a country that seems like an endless movie set.