Void
Installation windmill, Chora of Astypalea, Greece | 2025
Suspended within the narrow, curved interior of a wind-worn mill in the Chora of Astypalaia, a single paper artwork stretches six meters long, a fragile monument of cuts, shadows, and silence. It bears the phrase, that which is missing defines that which remains, translated from the Greek αυτό που λείπει ορίζει αυτό που μένει by Gerasimos Evangelatos, a line which distills years of Stratis Tavlaridis’ practice into a single breath. Within it, the exhibition’s title — Void — finds quiet meaning: not as absence, but as space held open, as breath and possibility. A second, smaller work, bearing the words Σ’αγαπώ (I love you), hangs above it, like a handkerchief waving goodbye. For over a decade, Tavlaridis has worked almost exclusively with 30-gram handmade paper from Nepal. Using a surgical scalpel, he shapes intricate compositions that balance precision with fragility. His delicate worlds emerge through the removal of matter. These paper cuttings evoke both the obsessive and the ephemeral; traces, spirals, gaps, and ghosts. In this new solo exhibition, his first on the island of Astypalaia, his work appears within a landscape that has, inadvertently threaded itself into his thinking.Having returned to the island over many summers, drawn again and again by its haunting allure, he now returns with an offering.
The spiral, a recurring form in Tavlaridis’ visual language and seen prominently in this new work, finds an uncanny kinship with the carved stones of the island, especially those scattered across the archaeological site of Vathi, where spiral markings have been etched by hand over centuries. The mill, once a site of manual, circular labour, now becomes a space for a different kind of movement, shaped by attention and presence. Tavlaridis’ suspended work does not seek to dominate the space, but to attune to it allowing past and present to breathe through paper. Astypalaia’s landscape is charged with ancient, mythical desire. From ancient inscriptions carved into stone to the still heat of summer, the island carries subtle traces of an erotic presence that stretches across time. This is not a loud exhibition. It does not assert. It listens. It is not a culmination, but a quiet gathering of gestures, years, memory, and light. It invites the viewer to walk slowly, to take time to look through rather than at, to notice what has been taken away, and find meaning in the space that remains.
Yota Dimitriou,
Art Historian
Photo | Stratis Tavlaridis
Text | Yota Dimitriou