Panos Kefalos

Pre-adolescent kids, little children, immigrants from Afghanistan. I take their picture in a main square of Athens, on the streets, in hotels, inside the houses they live.
Play, the means of expression of every child, is the wheel that sets these photographs in motion. Remote, well-hidden feelings, like fear, violence, terror, inhibition, find – through play – a spontaneous way out and become tangible. Everything else is elusive, in their world: family, friends, environment, country of residence, identity and personality.

This very mystery, in a paradoxical turn, is what forces the unspoken and the ominous to manifest themselves into these photographs.