Katia Koptsa Anastassiou

Katia Anastassiou, younger daughter born after Teri to Tassos and Anny of Greek Egyptian origin and descended from the isle of Leros. She was born in Athens in 1963 and has been living and working in Italy for the past 30 years. Having always loved painting she attended several private art schools and 1995 was the year when she first came into contact with sculpture for which she fosters a true passion. Painting and sculpture have always guided her left and right hands and led her to a more directed and spontaneous way of expressing her inner world. Every piece of work, during the time of its creation, transforms itself and evolves. By maintaining the balance between aesthetics and

emotion and by attaching special attention to the tremendous force that a non prosaic piece of work transmits, she progresses towards its utter liberation. She addresses herself to a specific audience which is capable of perceiving and thoughts and narrations derived from the works of art themselves. Co lour is in full blossom in her work! Creation is always filtered through the sense of touch and sight. Clay is above all! It is moulded in your hands applying shape and form, giving it a place in the world. Past memories, emotions, joyful and sad feelings and situations are in a perpetual state of mingling and transformation. A little at a time, but every time. Clay; a primitive material which penetrates space, mingles with cavities and edges, with light and shadows so as to create sculptures projecting themselves to an insecure future. A few words, marks of at most precision, narrate thoughts and emotions. They leave their two or three dimensional print in space to end up rendering a new version of a simple story with hopes and fears.

«Memories from Hellas»

Narration that begins out of pure instinct in 2005, are depicted intuitively. Scare light throughout memory's maze and the meanders of soul. The meander becomes an archetype, a driving force in every narration. Meanders, "shattered", incompletely, just like recollections, never whole, never compact. And suddenly, an incident brings something back to memory … usually from the bottom left, pauses and vanishes into the air like a balloon that slips through a child's hands. It almost always goes upwards and to the right. There is always something missing, that evades and disappears forever. Meanders in relief pervade into space and life. Memories told through colours and

clay with a purely personal narrative style. Meanders with various colours, dimensions and directions. Shattered recollections. Stories with an introduction, main body and conclusion (triptych). Personal expression of common experiences in contemporary form. The meander is the most famous Greek symbol. When someone sees the meander, he automatically thinks of Greece and the Greek identity of this symbol. Everyone, regardless of their origin,their culture and heritage, has at some point come into contact with the Greek element, be it as a tourist visiting Greece or coming to see a friend. They may love Greek food, Greek mythology, the ancient Greek philosophy, the sun and the see, the ancient findings, the music and Zorba. In addition, undoubtedly, they may have

studied ancient Greek at school, they may have used Greek symbols in maths, they may also have used words of geek origin in their mother tongue (Terminology in philosophy, psychology, astronomy, law, medicine and in everyday life). All these disciplines, and not only, comprise a new meander universally among people with deep roots. It is a huge "Olympic" flame of culture that has been burning for centuries. The meander is the Greek symbol throughout the world, in words, meanings and studies. It is the Greek spirit through time, from the ancient days up to today and undoubtedly the future.