Christina Dimitriadis Review

She sat down on the dusty ground, pulling a small journal from her bag. She began to write notes for her upcoming book presentation and artist talk at the Schwartzsche Villa in Berlin.

The heavy Hasselblad felt anchored to Christina’s chest like a second heart. Standing on the sun-bleached edge of a marble quarry in Fournoi Korseon, she stared down into the massive, blindingly white crevice where ancient workers had once carved out the spine of Greek history. Christina Dimitriadis

She wanted the shadows to act as an active presence, full of memory and desire, rather than just an absence of light. Click. She sat down on the dusty ground, pulling