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Ραπτομηχανή ΜεταξοτSowing Machine Silkscreen by Vasiliou Spiros at Ikastikos Kiklos Sianti Gallery.υπία του Σπύρου Βασιλείου στον Εικαστικό Κύκλο Sianti

450.00

Code:
Νο 134

Title:
Sowing machine

Dimensions:
40 × 53 cm

This product is available. Price:
450.00
Description:

Silkscreen of 1990 numbered and signed by Spyros Vassiliou. Edition of 170 prints.

Today it is a collectible piece.

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“” The brush is a tool made for the hand” he would often tell us”. “You know, he was a very sweet, very wise, very calm man. He grew us up without fights and yelling. When I asked him “what should I do”, he would always tell me and my sister the same thing:” I told you, do whatever you think is right”. He would always want us very free. Because he himself was a free man, a revolutionary, in his own way … Since his years in the school of Fine Arts, he belonged to the art leaders and managed to change a lot with his fellow students. You do not have to shout to be a revolutionary – the revolutionaries usually have an internal power. “With her younger sister, Dimita, Drosoula learned, as she says, “the world through the eyes of Vasiliou, through his aesthetics.” And she remembers: “How much we hated when the TV antennas come out and ruined the area with their placements and the view of the Parthenon. But then my father started created some paintings and put in the antennas. And then we saw them in a different perspective and said “they are not that bad after all.” He had a positive look at everything. ”

Source: tovima.gr

And that was something that he kept till the end: "Even the year he died, he got to celebrate the Clean Monday holiday with people in our house, as he always did. I remember him sitting on the top balcony looking at the people and I knew what he was thinking: He will not live for another Clean Monday Holiday. He died in March of ‘85. The night he passed, by coincidence, we all gathered at home, children, groomsmen, everyone. We wished him a goodnight and left. He was downstairs - he was too tired to go up and down the stairs but he never stopped painted. The woman who cared for him said that that night he got up, looked at the living room - incredible ... - and thanked God. Then he went and lay down and left so calmly ... He did not leave with anxiety. He was serene. This peace was his strength. A power that still emits. " And Drosoula Eliot-Vassiliou concludes: "They always told me that I was lucky to have such a dad. And I replied, "I'm not lucky, I'm smart I went and found him" " Source: tovima.gr
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