One day I walked into a memory A room of thorns

Moving through, my body tears Pain then just surrender
I hand my body to the memory
I become the thorn, I become the seed
A disorder, a distortion
I become the salt, I become the sea Lying back,
Dimness, darkness, lucid
I am sun raised

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Car horns
Voice crosses street

Annie Riga, in collaboration with Mary Ignatiadi and Constantinos Megapanos, invites you to the opening of her studio and solo exhibition ONE DAY I WALKED INTO A MEMORY.

Rigas' artistic practice encompasses painting, sculpture and installation- creating works that blur the binaries between the real and imagined topos. Exploring this state of 'inbetweeness', she merges and collapses mediums: her paintings acquire a spatial quality, whilst sculptures appear to have emerged from an image.

Through this interchange between materialities and dimensions, she contemplates on the relations between humans and non-humans, tamed and unruly - inviting the viewer to enter a boundless dreamscape.