As time goes by, my intergalactic voyages multiply. I find myself more and more often facing new landscapes, familiar and unknown, which I try, consciously now, to portray with my personal expressive media, so they are not forgotten. Exactly the same happens with my inner voyages, though, which in recent years are undertaken in a particularly systematic way. They commence with the opening of a door, once a week. The things I think about, the routes I follow, my concerns and preoccupations, the solutions I find or don’t find, and the conclusions I draw become my line, which no one can mimic, as everyone has their own line. My line and the door are my vehicles for those voyages.
Stefanos Rokos April 2018