A summer residence and studio
In Ioulida, Kea, where the Aegean light gilds the stone and sea breezes drift through open windows, lies the Alekos Fassianos Atelier: the artist’s summer studio and home, now reimagined as a sanctuary for culture, memory, and inspiration. He would journey here each summer, following the grey Parisian winters. His days were divided between his canvas and his fishing line.
The atelier resides within a traditional stone dwelling, meticulously restored and simply designed by Fassianos himself to serve as a haven for creation and contemplation. Within, amidst easels, sketches, ceramics, and notes, many of his most iconic works were conceived: the azure figures, bicycles, gold leaf, and lovers seemingly suspended within the Aegean light.
Today, the Atelier operates under the supervision of the Alekos Fassianos Estate, hosting exhibitions, cultural programmes, and educational initiatives that highlight his unique artistic and humanitarian vision.
Explore the spaces where the artist lived and created, viewing up close the works, objects, books, and personal notes that portray a life devoted to Hellenism, poetry, and light. The bed where he rested at midday, the woven linens, and even his flippers beside the door remain exactly as he left them.
The atelier resides within a traditional stone dwelling, meticulously restored and simply designed by Fassianos himself to serve as a haven for creation and contemplation. Within, amidst easels, sketches, ceramics, and notes, many of his most iconic works were conceived: the azure figures, bicycles, gold leaf, and lovers seemingly suspended within the Aegean light.
Today, the Atelier operates under the supervision of the Alekos Fassianos Estate, hosting exhibitions, cultural programmes, and educational initiatives that highlight his unique artistic and humanitarian vision.
Explore the spaces where the artist lived and created, viewing up close the works, objects, books, and personal notes that portray a life devoted to Hellenism, poetry, and light. The bed where he rested at midday, the woven linens, and even his flippers beside the door remain exactly as he left them.
