Stratis Vogiatzis’ photos are inviting, serene and unsettling. They seem to be a hyperrealistic dream from which we won’t wake. Images greet us, as if we’re taking a contemplative stroll through the city with our eyes closed. We collide with blind walls and get lost in dead-end alleyways despite the light of an astounding shimmer.They make us swerve and focus, but also look towards a different horizon. A blockade of walls. Something that is there but also isn’t, unheimlich. He explores the limitations of the frame, similarly to Dirk Braeckman who experiments with the surface of an image: our gaze is mirrored. Initially one misjudges the tangible, but after a while one starts to feel like a character in a Borremans painting.