I have always believed in the autonomy of photographs and how an image, which we captured at some point with our bodies, knows countless resurrections.
Everywhere around and within us, there is light.
Let's follow Michalis Levendis on a journey to the before and the now, to the living and the absent, to the mortal and the immortal. Let's follow the path marked by the euzonas on the cover, his entire life as a soldier of immortal ambrosia. And after death, he is more present than ever. The Blue of Parnassus reflects sky and sea together, in a book that resurrects.
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The Blue of Parnassus moved and fascinated me from the first time I read it. The Blue of Parnassus is eyes, it is a gaze, the purest gaze of an Elder who lived and died full of days in the monastery of Dadi. Of Ambrosios Lazaris from Lefkada. At first, you imagine that with such a title, it will talk about the sky and its color, which covers the magnificent green mountain like an atlas, but it is not ultimately the celestial vault, but the vault of an innocent gaze.
With such a gaze, the author will look at what he narrates to us in his small texts in the book. He starts them off in color, sometimes dirty, sometimes bloody, certainly tormented, tormented in a human way, and he turns them blue. He leads them to blue, which he loved and believed in."