Eins is pleased to present the first solo exhibition of Konstantinos Giotis at the gallery.
In his practice, memories, fantasies or autobiographical deviations function as points of departure to explore representation, ambiguity, and painting tropes as building blocks for the construction of a contemporary imaginary.

Movement 1
It’s a bit blurry if I am totally honest, but we were definitely by the lake. Mossy and damp. The trees were surrounding us, that’s all I remember.

Movement 2
I’ve been dealing with this for a while. It’s been almost a year if I remember correctly and it has gone through so many stages. It was that memory in the beginning, or rather some type of impression of something vaguely connected to this place that lingered for years. I tried to reevaluate the situation and kept going in circles. It transitioned slowly to something else. It was contaminated, but honestly, it feels better this way.

Movement 3
You tried to guide us through the leafless twigs, but autumn came and changed our plans. Supposedly, you were going to set us free from guilt, but I stumbled and fell apart. From desire and awe, things quickly turned to self-loathing and doubt. The forest is familiar territory, but I am crippled by fear. I will always hesitate. We should decompose the remnants and stop. Stop swallowing. It seemed fun at first, but it’s just another futile exercise, I guess. Absurd connections. What does that say about the situation? These weird tendencies? The ghost repeated, like a mantra, the fortune from a cookie I had a while ago: “Happiness is not pleasure; it’s victory”, I can’t remember when, but I know it’s been on the fridge door for over a month.

Movement 4
Is heart a muscle? I just googled it. It’s a muscular organ. How can one be so clueless? Does the heart have muscle memory? I suppose it does. I’m not going to google this; it won’t make any difference, and it won’t make it easier to stomach the cookie. Bring the ghost in the room.