Vasilikós, 2021

Within this photo, the juxtaposition of the antiquated elements of my village and the commercially imported goods embody the reluctant modernization I feel every time I’m home. Time is tactile in my village—the old terracotta vases sitting next to plastic reproductions, the aluminum doors and windows serving as an entryway to an archaic building. The depleting demand for craftsmanship leaves me feeling nostalgic and fearful of commercialization. What if these antiquities become obsolete? There is both beauty and mourning in modernization.