How to mediate the unspoken?

«How to mediate the unspoken?»

The visual installation of Fedra Charda is a reference to personal experiences and memories, which are presented through archival material, that the artist collected in order to create the basis for her dissertation in the Athens School of Fine Arts. This presentation, has been worked for two years, appears as a structured set of different materials, which differ in their appearance and texture, but have common components in terms of their history and origin. Synthetic materials, such as wood, metal, glass, but also primary natural, such as parts of trees or stones become extremely accessible to the viewer, who seeks the beginning of the story as well as its evolution, through the compositions of images that they all create.

Fedra Charda emphasizes the space by enlarging the dimensions, placing peripheral wall collages, paintings and edited photographs. In the internal she chooses to put larger constructions, which can act among others as showcases. The sense and presence of the physical element becomes more intense with the existence of selected elements, which aim to provoke interest, introducing the concept of reflection on what came from what and how its form has changed as time progresses , but also what everything carries on or within it. The aesthetics of the whole project is of a high level, taking into consideration everything we have recently seen in similar presentations. The intrusiveness of the visual arts does not seem to alter the character of the materials and this may be its strong point.

By creating primary points of reference, she «assembles» relationships to use her own words, triggering the re-examination, reassessment and re-evaluation of everything that may have passed, but were never lost, while continuing their course, as leading or as secondary elements.

Article: Zois Koutroulis

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Nikos Kessanlis Exhibition Hall – ASFA (2018)

Artist`s note:

We are our memories.
Not just our memories, but also our oblivion.
We are what we loved,
what we wrote to remember but we forgot,
we are what we dreamed of,
the moments we lived,
what we wanted to say and we didn’t
but we still remember.


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