The Art of Waiting


The Art of Waiting by Maria Fokas A hush beneath the sea, whispers into each string of night; precisely, and endlessly. Dreams bend back on themselves, like fragile circles hoping to be traced. Where the two ends meet, the dream is nurtured; where the two ends part, the taste of sweet love remains – Each of the two circles is true, but the truths are not the same. And as the night wakes, our sun disappears beneath the earth; once more, no rest in waiting. The sea turns from deep blue to bright red; reaching words from land to land and … Continue reading The Art of Waiting

Raw Moments in Time


There are moments in life you don’t want to edit . . . because time is of the essence . . .you want to capture the moment …embrace it….and hold on to it as tightly as your heart can stand it . . .Sometimes the raw moments of life are also the truth that reminds us that we are alive but any moment it can all change . . . Oh, the inevitable truth that we are so temporary . . . the fear of whether we will be remembered when we are gone . . . and the knowing … Continue reading Raw Moments in Time

Wheel of Fortunes


Wheel of Fortunes by Maria Fokas I woke up this morning; what a grand thing, to make it through the night. In all generalities, abstractions, and summaries, I can hear the ticking of life: The touch, the scent, and the taste of you, woven in my fairytales – And there, lies the generality of beauty – And there, lies the abstraction of love. Sketched in the mother of time; the secrets of our fate. © Maria Fokas 2015/All Rights Reserved  –  Art Photography by Julie-de-Waroquier Continue reading Wheel of Fortunes

The Circle of Time


The Circle of Time by Maria Fokas The flow of time in a dream It rushes by – It stands still You reach into that endless stream You grasp the haste of freedom Where light and darkness meet Where the old creates the new Where the scent of Green fades into the wake of Blue Like a string that binds my heart to you Into the past, by a thought; Into to the future, with a hope. © Maria Fokas 2015/All Rights Reserved – Photography by Martin Hanley Continue reading The Circle of Time

The Story of the Red Line


The year is 1912. The place is Macedonia – Greece. The only way to stay alive is to see nothing, and believe nothing. His name was Ares; derived from the God of war. He was a village man who had nothing to say unless he was furious. Villagers defined him as a violent man. But his wife, claimed she never suffered in his hands. His two girls remember him to have been a giving father but his two sons knew better. The beginning of a thread which led to a truth. The story begins at the train station of a forgotten … Continue reading The Story of the Red Line

Maria Fokas/ Photography


And when I stumble upon a scene which takes my breath away  – I stop, and take it. By that very click, I am not yet sure if I am taking something that does not belong to me, or whether it isn’t the image I am immortalizing, but actually, that very second I am witnessing movement in the realm of time. There truly is a story in everything; may it be in color, or the lack of it – may it be concrete, or abstract – a laugh or a cry; the spark of the story will always be there. … Continue reading Maria Fokas/ Photography

Photography


  “You don’t make a photograph just with a camera. You bring to the act of photography all the pictures you have seen, the books you have read, the music you have heard, the people you have loved.”  – Ansel Adams                                                                                                                       … Continue reading Photography