Yiorgos Christopoulos

The heart’s sinus, through which blood communicates with the ventricles.

My mother, as an Atrium, is depicted trying to communicate with me, in order to
escape from her self-suggesting to oblivion and come back to reality. Capturing her,
I realize the chaotic void in her glance and I invite her to a cerebral dialogue, which will
operate as an intervention to bring her back to the present.