Forms meet, lines branch out, and colors and shapes seem to hold small stories. The works open pathways to what we feel, remember, or dream—even when we cannot always find the words to express them. Each image invites the viewer to wander and recognize, within the painter’s world, a part of their own.

One morning I went out for a walk without knowing where I was going. At the first turn, I came across a face I had forgotten. They were still holding onto that conversation we hadn’t had time to finish.

A little further on, a child was drawing a road. Every time he reached the edge of the paper, he added another sheet. I asked him where it led.

“I’ll see when I get there,” he told me.

I kept going. There were trees with eyes, birds carrying silences, and strange creatures that made room for me to pass. Some of them looked like my fears. Up close, though, they were smaller than I remembered.

When I grew tired, I sat down in a clearing. There I heard my own voice, free from the rush of the day.

On my way back, I wanted to map out the route so I wouldn’t lose my way. But instead of a map, a work of art emerged.

I still look at it. Every time, I find a path I hadn’t noticed before.

(Text by Thanasis Lalas)