Even after 20 years living and working in Athens, everything still seems strange to me. And the closer I look, the more mixed I feel. It’s hard to explain. I am not good with words. I own no language, so I put my thoughts into pictures. Capturing my daily life downtown is like documenting a comfortable nightmare. Like me, the city is both calm and in crisis, explosive and exuberant, precarious yet teeming with possibility. Since the crisis, international press have moved on to other far-flung spectacles, but the gravitational pull of the crisis keeps me grounded photographing my home city. I don’t know what home is exactly — I think it’s a feeling not a place. For Athens, I feel a strong hate-love. I am tired of the city and its inexhaustible poliarities, but I still find familiarity in the extremes.