Προχθές, εχθές και σήμερα. Ένα παρασκήνιο, σε μια πόλη.

Welcome to my canvas. Welcome to my world. Welcome to Xeni. Welcome to (my) feelings. To the pretty damp. There are a few things for you to understand. I can make you think, question and confuse you. Thats what I like about art. I can choose what you can see. What not. What you can understand. I choose not to serve it all to you on a silver platter. Do you see half of a text? That means something. I won’t let you see it all. Because maybe it concerns you. Maybe you know. Maybe not. I’m putting my life on the line. My personal life and everything around it. All the people who have passed through. Some just leaned against it. Some stood nearby. Some leaned on it. Some paused briefly. Some for a long time. Some—pay attention—just a few. They stayed. Some of you may feel awkward. Because exposure through the eyes of another person might be even worse. It will bring back memories or feelings for some of you. If that happens, I’ll have succeeded.