SOMETIME ON TINOS
SOMETIME ON TINOS
Throughout my childhood, Tinos existed as a place of revelations for me. Having numerous relatives on the island and spending my summers and sometimes other festivities there too, I was gently immersed into a rhythm of life different to that of Athens. As an adolescent, when poetry began to pluck mystical chords within me, Tinos always surfaced as the centre of my archipelago. Surrounded by Naxos (my father's native island), Mykonos (where my brother Matthew, an artist, had a gallery) and Syros (home to other relations), as well as other Cycladic islands beyond (for excursions), Tinos was invariably my point of departure and return. Place and man -"his natural and cultural environment", as I would term it today- held a fascination for me even at this early age when I roamed its villages without folkloristic intentions. My concern then was to enjoy life and play an active role in it. Incidentally, I did take some notes regarding "ethnographic stories", which I had planned to write but never actually did. [...] (From the publisher)