I’ve never been on an island as mystical and homely, as distant and welcoming as Leros. If photography tends to reveal secrets that mystify, then Leros is the place to transfigure these secrets into image, leaving conclusions aside. Photography is an illogical process which abounds with emotive passages between what you acknowledge and what you know. Leros forms a sensuous map with alleys and passages between places first seen and places nesting in memory. This place tightropes between being and not being, and stands there, in a corner of the Aegean Sea, without pretension nor adornment, offering its beauty in a prudish and ironic way to her prospective suitors.