Alecos Fassianos

Fassianos Alecos
© Victoria Fassianou

Born in Athens in 1935, he studied the violin at the National Conservatory of Athens and painting under Yannis Moralis at the Athens School of Fine Arts (1956-1960). He also frequented Yannis Tsarouchis’s studio. He continued his studies in Lithography (1960-1963) in Paris on a French state scholarship under Eugène Clairin and Georges Dayez. The years that followed found him sharing his time between Athens and Paris. Besides his systematic involvement with printmaking and the applied arts, he created a significant number of sets for the theatre, designed a significant number of art publications and illustrated numerous literature publications. He has also published writings of his own, both prose and poetry. In 1985 he was named Commander of the Order of the Phoenix of the Hellenic Republic and Chevalier of the Order of Arts and Letters of France. In 2000 he designed two grand murals for the “Metaxourgio” station of the Athens Metro. From 2009 he is an Honorary Member of the Russian Academy of Arts. In 2010 he was named Commander of the Order of Arts and Letters of France and in 2013 Commander of the Legion of Honour. He lives and works in Athens.

Works

Solo Exhibitions

2018

Fassianos in France Historical Archives – Museum of Hydra (curated by Victoria Fassianou)

2018

Petit Format Iris Art Gallery Athens (curated by Victoria Fassianou)

2017

Municipal Gallery of Corfu Corfu (curated by Louisa Karapidaki)

2017

Art Gallery Kapopoulos Fine Arts (Golden Hall) Maroussi

2016

Travelling exhibition Municipal Art Gallery, Athens / 2017 Papastratio Megaron, Agrinio Athens (curated by Louisa Karapidaki)

2016

State Museum of the History of Religion St. Petersburg (curated by Olga Kardasidi)

2016

Apocalypse Art Gallery Kapopoulos Fine Arts Patmos

2015

Fethiye Camii Nafpaktos (curated by Nikos Kalatzis)

2015

Moments Art Gallery Kapopoulos Fine Arts Mykonos

2014

Galerie Française, Gerd Scheiderr Munich

2014

Espace Vera Saint-Germain-en-Laye

2012

Galerie Estades Lyon

2012

Grosvenor Gallery London

2012

La Lumière retrouvée Galerie Di Meo Paris

2011

Fassianos: Giorgos Economopoulos Collection Pavlos Kountouriotis Mansion Hydra (curated by Efi Agathonikou)

2011

Memories Villa Tamaris Centre d΄Art Toulon

2011

Daily Images Opera Gallery London

2011

Hellenic Museum Melbourne

2011

Galerie Herrmann Berlin

2011

Irmos Gallery Thessaloniki

2010

Aegean Breeze Galleria Grafika Tokyo

2009

45 Years of Creation Modern Greek Art Museum Rhodes

2009

Galerie Sonia Zannettacci Geneva

2009

La Mythologie légère de Fassianos Galerie Helenbeck Nice Nice

2008

All That We Are Left with Potnia Thiron Gallery Athens

2008

Galerie Di Meo Paris

2007

Eternal Comeback Potnia Thiron Gallery Athens

2007

Galerie Schneider Munich

2007

Art Athina 2007 Basic Plan Athens

2007

Contemporary Istanbul Istanbul

2004

National Gallery – Alexandros Soutsos Museum Athens

2003

Athenais Gallery Athens

1998

Galerie Rachlin Lemarie Paris

1997

Galerie La Hune Paris

1996

Galerie Pudelco Bonn

1993

Galerie Beaubourg Paris

1993

Galerie La Hune Paris

1992

Grafica Gallery Tokyo

1992

Origrafica Gallery Malmö

1992

Zoumboulakis Galleries Athens

1992

Irmos Gallery Thessaloniki

1991

Galerie La Hune Paris

1989

Galerie Beaubourg Paris

1989

Galerie La Hune Paris

1989

Richter Masset Gallery Munich

1989

Zoumboulakis Galleries Athens

1985

Alecos Fassianos Retrospective exhibition Château de Chenonceau Chenonceaux

1984

FIAC Grand Palais Creuzevault Pavilion Paris

1984

French Academy Athens

1983

Galerie Creuzevault Paris

1983

Alecos Fassianos Retrospective exhibition Musée Paul Valéry Sète

1982

Kammer Gallery Hamburg

1982

FIAC Grand Palais La Hune Pavilion Paris

1982

Origrafica Gallery Malmo

1982

Galerie Beaubourg Paris

1982

Galerie Samy Kinge Paris

1982

Galerie Cuillard Grenoble

1982

Grafica Gallery Tokyo

1982

Alexandre Iolas – Zoumboulakis Galleries Athens

1981

Hotel-de-ville Sochaux

1981

Galerie Proscenium Paris

1981

Ostermalm Gallery Stockholm

1981

Galerie La Hune Paris

1980

Alexandre Iolas – Zoumboulakis Galleries Athens

1980

Galerie Artcurial Paris

1980

Galerie La Hune Paris

1980

Galerie l’Orangerie Cologne

1980

Grafica Gallery Tokyo

1980

Carta Asbeck Gallery Dusseldorf

1980

Zita-Mi Art Gallery Thessaloniki

1979

Origrafica Gallery Malmo

1979

Gimpel Gallery London

1978

Zita-Mi Art Gallery Thessaloniki

1978

Gallerie Beaubourg Paris

1978

Gallerie Le Chapitre Paris

1977

Alexandre Iolas – Zoumboulakis Galleries Athens

1977

Origrafica Gallery Malmo

1977

Heland Gallery Stockholm

1976

Kammer Gallery Hamburg

1975

Alexandre Iolas Galleries Paris

1975

Alexandre Iolas – Zoumboulakis Galleries Athens

1975

Barroci Gallery Milan

1974

Galerie Tanit Munich

1974

Galerie Le Point Beirut

1973

Galerie Facchetti Paris and Zurich

1973

Borjesson Gallery Malmo

1973

Alexandre Iolas Galleries Paris and New York

1972

Alexandre Iolas Galleries Geneva and Milan

1971

Galerie Facchetti Zurich

1971

Alexandre Iolas – Zoumboulakis Galleries Athens

1969

Mench Gallery Hamburg

1969

Galerie Facchetti Paris

1968

Hartmann Gallery Munich

1968

Kurita Gallery Tokyo

1967

Galerie 2+3 Paris

1966

Merlin Gallery Athens

1963

Zygos Art Gallery Athens

1961

Zygos Art Gallery Athens

1960

A23 Gallery Athens

Press

Fassianos Facing the Skies

I don’t know, or I don’t know any more – if – some things I’ve lived, believing that I know them, if, however, they are things I should grow out of, or ‘denude’ myself of them. Simply speaking, to merely stop seeing myself in them… I can barely speak, even about seeing everything bloom or simply fade away. It often happens that the lips are chapped, it happens that we leave, without ever knowing where we’re going. It happens that we look at something we do not recognize… The happiness we dream as ours seems no more than a mere chattering. What happens to the days, the night, I  know nothing of who I am… A man, a cat or a dog? Was there a time when you slept in Rome?

There was suddenly in my way, I don’t know what, I don’t know who. Who this was, without knowing, I thought I saw myself… amongst others, as in the spring… Who, then, do you think I speak of? What would I talk about without you… what do I know? The sky is higher than the roofs.

The one whose name I write, his name I had to learn to say, Fassianos, Oh, Fassianos! I recall the first days, when the surprise came on me, of a new way to love…

The first one whose image I had, was strolling, red and alone. His hair flying in the wind had black spots on it… What am I saying, what am I saying? (I’m saying: who am I?) The weather had been often windy. That made the tie fly under the black spots, the eyes dreaming… What is he holding? It’s a red lily of the valley, but again nothing ever moves when you’re alone in the wind…

At the edge of a false stem, you can get a dizzy head, even more than was at first. My eyes look down silent as though they have to keep quiet, and the cracks of the August wind, so harsh not sweet.

Hey you, say again that painter’s name that I so love to ‘read’ today, in the head deep in the eyes and on the walls of a new dream, between Matisse and Mirò… And should you like this, good, very good, if not, it’s in my forehead tightly fixed like a wreath of thorns that bleeds. Dear God, if only I had the tempo and the time, my eyes would open wide, be it Italy or Greece, my eyes would never be wide enough to tell…

Look at the valley down there and the reverse blowing of the air, across the green leafage, as if travelling on a winter path. The right hand clutches two twigs and the man’s body is on fire. Is it the leafage or the swelling of the sheets? I know this red passer-by as if he were in the depths of my eye. What is he saying to me? A new and radiant tower, and the wind holding the private part… and the hand seems being the one to hold the trousers…

I say all this is worth, which is worth, the wind the city and the impressions. But there are others getting closer. Or that cling, one should say, to their clothes, so similar, white with children’s green stripes… And the dark green flight of ties, which fly in the air, who do they veil? Who do they hide or seek… and no one says “sorry”…

“Nice weather”, the traveller says, without giving it some thought what is the next thing that awaits… When the night falls for good, all can be done but on different wool. It is the same people who stroll and stroll endlessly… Yet, here they are, our people in pairs, their shutters, their steering wheels, they seem to have gained weight, whether ready or heavy. Full, full of themselves.

Red or white smokers, bloody smokers, where do they come from and where do they go from here? All I know now is what it seems, this flesh of theirs worn upside down.

I have thus lived in a fabric dark red, going out every single morning, and what was, what was, what was the weather like?

It’s the same as everywhere, when we walk, and we trample and we spit the red wine… Go your way, go your way! A dog goes by, rubbing here and there? Then far from you, there it is, jumping up and down, and it is not leaps and bounds, the whole body trembling in the night. What is it that you dream of, what is it that any of us dreams of?

And finally, the time for the grand day has come, the passers-by have heavy eyes, their hands are mad with caresses… And thus I lived in the red blood of Jesus. Oh, how man is made to love with the whole of his existence, with all his unloved existence, never ever calm!…

Oh, miracle of indecency, to whom bethinks it I belong, Men or Women leaving… whether for Italy or Greece, Paris or Rome, a song is always a song… Whether winter or spring, whether a woman or a man, tremble at the prospect of thus being tempted…

 

Louis Aragon
21st January, 1981

* From the book “Athlos, Mythos, Eros”, Kastaniotis Publications, Athens, 2004.