Inspired by the origins of ancient Greek laments, I dwelled within traditional communities of the last female professional mourners inhabiting the Mani peninsula of Greece looking for traces of bereavement and grief. My personal intention for realizing this project has been the impossible mourning of my father that is yet to come while making this work contemplating fabrications of grief in my culture. The images work as vehicles to mourn perished ideals of vitality, prosperity and belonging. By connecting my grief with the dramatisations performed by the professional mourners, I look into the subjective spirituality of Greek death rituals. The work itself lays between real and unreal allowing the viewer to believe in the real that is yet to come; another type of reality.
The Truth is in the Soil
15.09.19 — Ioanna Sakellaraki
Inspired by the origins of ancient Greek laments, I dwelled within traditional communities of the last female professional mourners inhabiting the Mani peninsula of Greece looking for traces of bereavement and grief. My personal intention for realizing this project has been the impossible mourning of my father that is yet to come while making this work contemplating fabrications of grief in my culture. The images work as vehicles to mourn perished ideals of vitality, prosperity and belonging. By connecting my grief with the dramatisations performed by the professional mourners, I look into the subjective spirituality of Greek death rituals. The work itself lays between real and unreal allowing the viewer to believe in the real that is yet to come; another type of reality.