Ecce Homo
Here, the martyr opens his heart, here he transcends his bodily borders and as if grasping onto a thin thread, he unfolds his life, turn by turn, and fight after fight, he opens his diaphanous heart and spreads his creative stamina over the mediocrity of contemporary society hoping for a reaction, for a word of acknowledgement from someone, for a comment about his insatiable wish to change, to transform, to mediate between the abundant animals around him and the eternal source from which he drew his images, alas, to receive no answer, no comment, nothing is for him other than merciless silence which confronts the man, only to leave him, forever battling himself and the braggarts who encircled him, leaving no escape, but silence into which he dwelt for the rest of his life
Manolis Aligizakis 