When I was studying at the Athens School of Fine Arts, I was painting, but on the 3rd year fell madly in love. I was 21 and he was twenty years older and married with a daughter. He could not ruin he said the life of his daughter so no matter how much he loved me he decided not to tell his wife about us. I remember I used to sneak into their building and stay outside their door listening to his daughter being taught how to read, while tears were running down my eyes.

So I could not paint anymore, I wanted a different medium more direct to express the pains of this doomed passion, and that is how the series of these polaroids came about with the extreme faces, each one springs from a facet of that love affliction.