We are not alone – We are a fly in the milk of infinity

Christophoros Kyriakides was an architecture draughtsman and a self-proclaimed inventor. He lived in Nicosia (Cyprus) in the 1980s and drew fictitious vessels to orbit the Earth, conceived of board games that are unworkable, and wrote (incessantly) texts that are unreadable, mostly letters of complaint addressed to the government, usually of the USA. He had this world made up on paper and it was a world of utopian space-travel, ambitious mathematical and geometrical schemes, but also of  failures and dead-ends, which Marina Xenophontos happened to discover by chance years after his death. She compiled and organized and, basically, rescued his imaginary cosmos from oblivion into what is now usually referred to as the ‘Kyriakides archive’.  She is also establishing a relationship with his ‘alternative forms of knowledge’ through sculpture, which we saw in Neoterismoi Toumazou (www.neoterismoi.com) first, and, then, most recently at AyeBaDome (at Thkio Ppalies). Xenophontos has also put the material together in a book (We are not alone – We are a fly in the milk of infinity), an interesting feat which sort of brings back the old argument that private archives are defined by the desire to reconnect with a misplaced past and to make up for the failed visions in art and life.