"I come from Cyprus, an island of contested narratives, comforts and tensions, undeniable beauty and unresolved complexities. Often feeling that I don’t belong, here and now, the one thing that keeps me grounded, rooted and nurtured is summer. The cliché of a Nicosian in the beach town of Protaras. Shedding layers of clothing, with a towel wrapped around my waist, sunglasses, and a backdrop of amphorae and pottery on a shelf. I’ve always been fascinated by the parallel image of a human body as a clay jug, a spherical belly, arms as handles, a neck and a mouth, carrying, spilling and breaking. Objects, sentiments and notions I’ve grown into, encountered as visual identifiers in my artistic practice for years, broken into fragments, continuously pieced together and reconfigured into who I am, who we are - for those that are also here and now. From the glass displays of archeological museums to the white walls of a gallery basement in Athens, I wish to share this ‘summer’ experience with you. It’s not just a period of time, it’s a feeling, it’s a form of art." - PASHIAS