Ioanna Sakellaraki
About
Ioanna Sakellaraki (b.1989) is a Greek artist based in London. She is a graduate of photography, communications and cultural studies.
She was awarded with The Royal Photographic Society Postgraduate Bursary Award 2018 and was named Student Photographer of the Year by Sony World Photography Awards 2020.
In 2019, she was the recipient of the Reminders Photography Stronghold Grant in Tokyo and the International Photography Grant Creative Prize.
Ioanna was recently selected for the Belfast Exposed Futures Artists 2020 funding and mentoring programme.
Nominations include: the Inge Morath Award by Magnum Foundation, the Prix HSBC, the Prix Levallois an d the Prix Voies Off. After obtaining a BA in Communications and Media, a Graduate Diploma in Photography and an MA in European Urban and Cultural Studies, Ioanna will graduate from an MA in Photography at the Royal College of Art in 2020.
Recent shows include: International Photography Exhibition, Royal Photographic Society, Bristol (2020), Festival Circulations, 104, Paris (2020), Les Rencontres de la Photographie, Palais El Badi, Marrakech (2019), The Truth in Disguise, GESTE Paris (2019), La nouvelle génération documente, Galerie Le Réverbère, Lyon (2019), The Photography Prize, Argentea Gallery, Birmingham (2019), Photo Israel, Azrieli Sarona, Tel Aviv (2019), Athens Photo Festival, Benaki Museum, Athens (2018), Kolga Tbilisi Photo, Artarea Gallery, Tbilisi (2018).
Degree Details
Statement
Women made of frozen shadows resembling dry mud on a wall
Sunshine pacing rhythmically where spring used to slaughter her flowers
Violets turned into funerals devoured by bees
Groaning over a slice of marble
I hung my blood on a tree
And I waited
In the darkness of my chair, a minimum cloud paid me a visit
Raining swollen pomegranates on the screaming soil.
My photographic research started evolving four years ago, when the death of my father sparked a journey back home and the exploration of traditional Greek funerary rituals. Portraying my mother as a mourning figure within the social and religious context of my country, I began to slowly unravel a personal narrative of loss interweaving fabrications of grief in my family and culture. Endeavouring to further understand my roots, I expanded the scope of my research on the collective mourning and ritual laments of the last communities of professional mourners in the Mani peninsula of Greece.
In the crossroads of performance and staged emotion, I aim to look at how the work of mourning contextualises modern regimes of looking, reading, and feeling with regards to the subject of death in Greece today. Making a work about grief requires a journey through memory and memory loss. In a way, these images work as vehicles for mourning perished ideals of vitality, prosperity and belonging, attempting to tell something further than their subjects by creating a space where death can exist. Greece is a constant inspiration and encounter in this work, but the way is depicted is imagined. It is like the idea of the homeland being this place one knows outside of memory, a land of curiosity where death is an encounter through family, religion, mythology and the self.
The Truth is in the Soil
Speak, memory—
The artworks bring together my father's sealed photographic archives from over 50 years ago, found after his death, and traditional hand embroidery stitching my mother has been practicing, during their time apart, throughout his journeys away as a sailor. The series is the result of a collaboration and exchange between me and my mother as the images are posted between Greece and the UK, and once delivered we both proceed in continuing from each other’s ongoing embroidery act. In the process of speaking about death in my work as a passage through time and memory in the archive, this folding and thickening of language deriving both from the material form of the textile and the mutual act of embroidering, permits me to explore how the mourning process enables a creative relation to the object. As a result, a language of thought that is spoken elliptically has emerged becoming the mark of a fragmentary dialogue with the endless tracing of loss.
Speak, memory—
Of the cunning hero,
The wanderer, blown off course time and again
Speak
Of all the cities he saw, the minds he grasped,
The suffering deep in his heart at sea
Of these things,
Speak, Immortal One,
And tell the tale once more in our time.
Extracts from The Odyssey, Book I, Lines 1-20 by Homer
Sponsors
World Photography Organisation
Website: https://www.worldphoto.org/
The Royal Photographic Society
Website: https://rps.org/
Metro Imaging
Website: https://metroimaging.co.uk/