I began the first decade or so of my art career in painting and then moved on to multimedia, video, photography, then sculpture and installations, without ever giving up large scale painting. My paintings were described as "expressionist windswept Cypriot landscapes”, often accompanied with still lifes; pears, artichokes and lemons. This diptych, in two parts, along with the art piece of Stelios Votsis, were never exhibited. Votsi's reason was not to be killed by the Fascist [Grey Wolfs], as previously mentioned and in my case, because back then, at the beginning of the 90s, I begun to feel that our collective memory categorizes landscape painting as something of the past, a nostalgic medium, and I felt like I would end up as an obsolete outdated artist, at a time when conceptual art installations were beginning to dominate.

And on that pink sky I write: The Birth of Tragedy. And perhaps yes, it was the beginning of my conceptual/rational thinking.