For the many decades Fassianos embraced life in France, he always kept Greece close to his heart – as he would say, like a bee he held his honey, his home, wherever he went. His paintings carry the warmth of the Mediterranean and exude sensual and sensorial pleasures: the sweetness of summer fruits, the downy fur of a cat, the fragrance of a rose, the coo of a dove, the depth of a night sky. The artist developed his own vernacular, filling his paintings with repeating symbols such as blades of wheat to represent life, rebirth, and nature; scarves and bicycles for the debonaire liberté of Paris; birds as a sort of signature, as his name translates to ‘pheasant’ in Greek; and mirrors as reflections of the self, which never quite match the gazer. Many of the paintings on view evoke the containment of a room, small spaces of intimacy, rumination, and voyeurism within the cacophony of a city, with layers of other lives wafting through the windows. These vignettes are vivid and languorous, their Adonisian figures recumbent and windswept and in a trance-like state of soft contemplation, perhaps dreaming about a lover or their home. Mythologising the quotidian, Fassianos reveals mysticism in the everyday by imbuing his works with light, humour, and insouciance, as well as longing, melancholy, and deep introspection.
– Text by Émilie Streiff