I called Joshua in September and we made a bet; As a result, he had to buy a one way ticket from Boston to Athens. On October 10, he was unpacking his suitcase in my living room; all he had brought was a change of clothes, a toothbrush, thirty-one vintage magazines and his art tools.

A month later, I sit on the edge of the mattress in his studio as he tiptoes around his artwork laid on the floor: “I am confronted by my own reflections.” he murmurs. Reflections of moments from his days spent in a foreign city among thousands of strangers. His collages are a record, a compulsion, a proof of his own existence. When the magazines are cut up and reassembled, time bends; the work is transported to an alternate timeline. Existing within a distant past, present and far future all at once, the collages refuse to be bound to a specific time. 

Magda Petmeza,

in conversation with Joshua Lee Lennon