Kelly Christogiannis
As a nostalgia collector, I collect moments in which my parents failed to be a good tooth fairy or Klaas Vaak, in which I (on the beach) burned red and ate a karpoúzi, with a bottle of Chateau la Pompe, when my cat, whose name was Snoesje, had fleas and wore neckties, in which I was thrown to death with books on Greek mythology and "mighty men" in Greek culture, when all food was soaked in olive oil, when I no longer believed St. Nicholas, when I hated Barbie dolls and did not want to wear dresses and when I and in which I said I would only marry a horse and never a man. I make work about all the little things in life that inspire me and that you can look back on later with a smile and a tear or perhaps only a smile or just a tear.
Kelly Christogiannis' work is imbued with personal memories, gentle melancholy and a tender sense of humour. She captures the beauty of small moments — childlike logic, parental mistakes, the idiosyncrasies of a cat named Snoesje — and pours them into images that resonate with a deep sense of nostalgia. Her visual language navigates between the everyday and the mythical, with a striking role for painting and her love of Greek mythology.
