Coming home is a strange affair. Even if you have travelled to the ends of the world, even if you have seen so many cities and so many kind of people no light, no taste, no scent, no feeling touches the soul as deeply as those that await you at home.

Dorousa is a small islet with no inhabitants of our kind, only a few tough – spirited goats, rabbits and birds.

It stands close to the island of Agistri in the Saronic Gulf, where all my childhood memories lie hidden. Memories suspended between myth  and reality, wrapped in a fleeting golden summer light.

It was a deep joy to to paint the little Chapel that perches like an eagle’s nest on the summit of the island.

Joy and emotion intertwined- a homecoming I will never forget.