Petros Koublis 还曾给gooood分享过：
Another project by Petros Koublis shared on gooood: IN LANDSCAPES – an alternate state in parallel time 寂静之期 无声之史
希腊摄影师Petros Koublis 拍摄的圣托里尼岛—迷人的秘密与剧情。
The island of Santorini by Greek photographer Petros Koublis–enchanting secret and story
希腊圣托里尼岛升起于水面，如同一片迷人的秘密境地。它一半隐藏一半外露；一半真实一半神秘。史前火山喷发创造的诱人景致将其紧紧包裹。岛上零星散布的黑色岩块隐露出火的灵魂，咏诵着一首古老的催眠诗；火山醉心刻入这片蛮荒之地的象形文字在不知疲倦地诉说着岛屿的起源史。如同女海妖歌声般奇怪的诱惑低语在火山口的陡峭悬崖间声声回响。这歌声是人类起源懵懂记忆发出的微弱声音；是逃离火山口、深邃的蓝色海洋、散落石块间的不规则裂缝、黑色土壤和洞穴时的窃窃私语；是咀嚼青草的马儿们梦回祖先时的呼吸。它们的祖先Eos, Aethon, Pyrois 和 Phlegon四匹神马神采奕奕地驾着太阳神赫利俄斯的战车前行。
The island of Santorini rises like an enchanting secret, both hidden and revealed, both real and mythical, wrapped in the captivating drama of its prehistoric volcanic creation. The Spirit of fire still wanders among the black rocks of the island, reciting an ancient, hypnotic poem, vigorously narrating the story of its origin through the hieroglyphics that the lava ecstatically engraved in the untamed land.
A strange, murmured voice that enchants like a Siren’s song echoes from the steep cliffs of the Caldera; this song is the sound of the muddled, common memory of our very own origin. It is the sound of a whispering that escapes the crater, the deep blue sea, the irregular cracks in the scattered stones, the dark lunar soil, the carved caves, the breathing of the grazing horses as they dream of their mythological ancestors; Eos, Aethon, Pyrois and Phlegon, the horses that carried the chariot of god Helios, the ancient personification of the Sun.
For in this island everything is somehow linked to a dream; like that of Euphemus, who dreamt one night that he made love to a nymph, the daughter of Triton. In his dream, the nymph who got pregnant and feared the wrath of her father, asked Euphemus to get a clod of earth from Anaphe, the island they were at, and throw it to the sea, so she could hide there and safely give birth to their child; even if it was a dream, he followed the nymph’s request and the new island appeared.
Dreams are a part of a subconscious that the island itself seems to project on our thoughts. This primitive seduction that connects us with a forgotten Hesiodic theogony ritually offering to our senses the sacred philosophy of imagination.