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Agora Gallery Exhibition “Figuratively Speaking” in New York featured Ninos Chammo’s works from February 20, 2007 through March 13, 2007.
 
Assyrian-born Ninos Chammo calls his sculptures “an interactive message,” and if the dialogue is between the artist and the viewer, it is equally between artist and heritage. Chammo’s years of study in Florence, including the Academia Delle Belle Arti, have influenced his sculptural eye to a remarkable degree. Working in carmine and burgundy terra cotta and wood, Chammo reworks classical busts, and invests traditional forms with renewed power. His terra cotta Gilgamesh and Ankido reinterprets the ancient tale to produce a potent response to the myth of eternal life and eternal friendship. In Lost Memories, symbols are carved into the very muscles of the arms and chest of the subject. Memories are not lost at all, but preserved in the body, and, for Chammo, rediscovered in the sculpted medium. These figures are totems, or we have caught them in the moment of morphing between human and animal. Whatever the interpretation of these vibrant works, with his injection of a modern edge into classical forms, Chammo’s dialogue with ancient themes is exuberant.
 
Poet S. David visited Ninos Chammo’s exhibition at Agora Gallery and wrote these pieces inspired by his art
 

Traveling Hair

Thanks heavens
She’ only a distant
Cousin of Medusa
She came here
Riding a horse
And horses don’t
Turn to stone
Under Medusa’s eye
I had realized
It could be
Sea foam
She was divinely
Shaped and I didn’t
Want it to be
Snakes it wasn’t
As I found
Out that night
And again I thanked
The Gods that
She and her hair
Had traveled
To visit me

Waiting

And for what
Why wait when
The only thing coming

With any surety
Is the End of Days
Your days my days

To sit placidly
Hand under chin
No no time to get
Something done
Something tried
Something new

   
   
   

Time Machine

Sitting in the
Coffee Shop 2007
And they’re playing
Sam Cooke songs
From back then and
I went into a dream
A dream of “back then”
Too and I looked at and
Through my days then
Wondered how “now”
Had arrived and of
The possibilities and
Every day’s decisions
Brought me to here
And now it is time to
Look for tomorrow
And the day after
But now they’re
Playing Hendrix

Lost Memories

Look to the heavens
If you will but no Angel
Will come to restore them
Those memories are
Gone lost to you
You can ponder
You can pray
Even meditate
The whole day
They won’t return
The drugs were
Too strong too much
For your mind to bear
No one these days
Can look upon
The face of the Goddess
And remain untouched

 
Tribeca Gallery-Opening Reception
 
 
 
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