With time on my side here, I return to Syntagma Square two days later, as I feel I have unfinished business. I wander, projector in hand, and to the side of the square, the west this time, I see a plinth with a statue mounted on the top. A figure ready to travel. I sit on the floor and project on the plinth below. The woman in the film walks in a different direction.
Here nothing and everything is happening. An audience is hard to detect, however, it soon becomes a game of frames…
In front of me, and as a backdrop to the statue and is a water wall that changes color every 20 seconds. It reminds me of cinema curtains and a promising light from behind. On a wall to my right is a couple kissing, a camera dangling from the woman’s wrist. The lens pointing towards me. To my left, is a woman making a panoramic shot. I may be in one of those frames I expect, but she does not see me either. It is all incidental here.
I sit for four minutes, returning to my original performative structure. Then I stand up and walk back towards the central fountain. I first pass a man with a video camera who has been sitting on the wall, filming me from behind. He does not acknowledge me. I exist within his frame too. Secret audiences here. Interesting hidden ‘conversations’. Stark and invisible once again, I walk around the square, disappearing into the crowd…
