A day in the Painting by Stefanos Zannis, the journeys to various places, the stations and the recordings of the painter, either on beaches or in spots of the city of Athens, the stops and movements of people in the environments he paints—the light that bathes everything, the light that fades as the day passes.

“I venture outdoors, in town squares, streets, and neighbourhoods, skipping around with my materials on the paper. At the beaches, I splash around in the summer heat. In the cold, I tense up, shiver, and grow smaller. Lately, I've been climbing the Lycabettus. Starting out, I reached a stable flow, but went astray again due to the uncontrollable rapid movements of time and nature!

I enter a crossroads, falling into the inevitable void. It's not about the colours of the sunset! There, I encountered a dilemma, and to establish a correlation and give it meaning, I would spend seven years beside Calypso! I ascend to Lycabettus, my own shore, for the healing thread that the Sun sends my way with its rays. I expect the one ray that potentially connects me, to take me over the abyss. This is not poetry! This isn't even conceit! That which I have spread out here, on the bench of the Painting, are my wares. The incomplete fluttering of wings, produced from all those days in Calypso's cave, are all permeated by the aging whisper: ‘Shut up and swim!'".

(Stefanos Zannis)