This work is a return—to a childhood place that has never truly left me. A neighborhood I continue to visit in dreams, where the past lingers with clarity and warmth. For years, I’ve run through these streets in my mind, retracing paths shaped by wonder, familiarity, and time.

In just 72 hours, I tried to hold onto Greece as I remember her. What I saw and what I felt blurred into one: the substance of imagination becoming the texture of reality.

These images are not about capturing a place as it is, but as it remains within me—fragmented, tender, and quietly enduring. The images speak to the ache of memory, the longing for origin, and the way we carry certain landscapes inside us, long after we’ve left them.