rough cut/ xtrakt [a vj set presented at dr. Sorovits lab /nov 2006]

A series of random images, fragments of a “work in progress”, where the key role is played out by the serendipity of succession and the simultaneous selection of music. The music to be selected live, originates from different "areas" and "trends" that appear in the 20th century and have as their common component, the experimental attitude, the upbringing of the accidental, the improvisation, the playful mood and the obvious mingling and exchange of elements from other art forms.

PlayList : Magik Markers/Thurston Moore/Dead Machines/Harry Partch/Wooden Wand and the Vanishing Voice/Pauline Oliveros /Karlheinz Stochausen etc.

Photography :: montage :: sound design Yiannis Isidorou

cravanism -on frozen border- [2006 2min11sec miniDV]


Arthur Cravan, poet and boxer, lived through manifests, announcements and drunken blows, that missed their target. Just like modernism, of which he later became a ‘legendary representative’, Cravan was put on the map of art’s history, with his disappearance. I hope that the ‘stolen frames’ of this short video piece will be effective someday. I will state it in French, as it has been said by someone who knew more: " D'autres préfèrent le monologue intérieur. Moi non. J'aime mieux battre. "

few things I know about them [2005 2min.57sec. miniDV]


"Now" was defended once with enthusiasm as the sole reality within time. The reasonless incertitude was set then in this reasonless certainty. The dialogue fired up. “Few Things I Know About Them” is a wretched, negligible, yet an effectively annoying bug, that skilfully burrows in the interlocutors’ nostrils causing the most farcical sneezes. Apart from the overestimated Now, there is also the full of treasures Past, as well as the bitter, inevitable prescribed Future.

Photography :: montage :: sound design Yiannis Isidorou

Where is Pablo Frank?” [2005 1min.48sec miniDV]





Who owns the whole rainy, stony earth? Death.
Who owns all of space? Death.

Who is stronger than hope? Death.
Who is stronger than the will? Death.
Stronger than love? Death.
Stronger than life? Death.

But who is stronger than Death?
Me, evidently.
Pass, Crow.

[Ted Hughes “examination at the womb door”]

Photography :: montage :: sound design Yiannis Isidorou

haiku videos [2004-2005]



a series of short videos [here #7 to #10] in progress

Photography :: montage :: sound design Yiannis Isidorou

xtatic segment #1(2007 / 5min24sec. mini DV )




choreography and performance by Maria Koliopoulou

Photography :: montage :: sound design Yiannis Isidorou

kidwalkin' [30min. loop/2006]



And then one day, very rarely, you wake up having, for no reason at all, climbed through to the apex of your senses and suddenly the wings of birds are knifeblades tearing up the air, the grass is speaking with its thousand tongues, the sliding bus doors are roaring, the crowd is shifting in the manner of a gigantic beast, your ears are humming and you are thinking this is it, this is it, you can feel it between your teeth you want to brake it, this crystalline thing.

Katerina Iliopoulou, happyfew.gr/poetrybox [greek lng]

I have a habit of recording my routes in the city using my camera in real time. Sometimes I do this full of intent and others almost mechanically. Sometimes I am on foot and other times I do it from the trolley or a moving car. One day I wandered how might this constantly enraged and bleating and overwhelming city universe, look from the height of a child. I lowered the camera to my waist and I walked on. Watching those recordings later, I had the feeling of experiencing a nonexistent world, a made up universe or the memory of a dream.

A slight shift is often enough to activate poetry within things, a false step, the abruption of continuity, a blind look. I kept on shifting other things- the speed, the color, the sound.

The parrallel projection where the movement of the camera is in two different axes, is interesting for me, as a device of visual orchestration and also because it creates the illusion of a three-dimentional enviroment.

Noise, visual clatter, the worn out, trivial human figures are all elements of this work, but I would wish to go a step forward. Under the surface, the concern for life is moving, for the next step, the next door which will open and close. Not the concern for survival as such, but the concern for the fleeting thing, which only the observer retrieves.

The observer is interpreting the world, the gaze is the inventor of reality. Reality as mere succesion of facts is a neutral formless space, inside which the gaze establishes its domain.

Photography :: montage :: Yiannis Isidorou

Music by Thanos Chrysakis & Dario Bernal Villegas