Little People

How one certifies the right of being different?
How much equal are we in these times of globalization?
Which are the limits of our choices?
Who is responsible for our collective categorization?

Little people of XChristakos wink at us, blank faces deprived of any individuality thus expressionless, but at the same time rather loquacious. The slightest differentiation on the slump of the shoulders, a hand moving differently, randomly placed creases in the suit and the uniformity is gone.

Desired or imposed uniformity?

We try to discern from the crowd or to blend in so not to arouse any suspicions and excite the masses?
Little people tell their own stories even without a mouth. They contract, they expand, they grow taller and they hide behind shadows. They are all very decent, at least on the outside.
But inside, behind the surface of the canvas, behind the materials lays their true story. The one that their creator presupposed and the one we recognized.

These stories are as many as the gazes they met. After all we are still entitled to perceive the world with our own eyes

Nana DARIOTI
Journalist