Theofilos, the Painter Page #3

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white-washing their houses

They'll never save

these paintings.

They've been writing about you

in Athens, Theophilos...

about your paintings...

"Theophilos' paintings are

the work of a medium. "

He is not what one may call

a conscious, gifted artist,

with a strictly personal

approach or style.

It is as if Greek nature

and the Greek way of life

expressed themselves directly,

totally, in these paintings...

using Theophilos as a channel

an intermediary,

in the same way that a medium

in a trance conveys...

the thoughts and wishes of

some other, unrelated spirit. "

Medium... does that

mean... a magician?

Read it out loud.

We want to hear it

We applaud

Theophilos Hatzimichail,

the folk artist... "

in the white fustanella,

who handles colour...

with a truly

astounding..

Power!

Fine paintings, Mr. Stratis

real artistic stuff.

Those loaves of bread will

fall, the way you're done them

Don't worry... its the real

loaves that fall.

Painted bread never falls.

In a painting, everything

must be seen clearly.

Bread...

I'M

I'M

Look, look!

Sarandaporo... Bizani

Nevrokopion...

Lachana...

Kozani...

Go away.

Velentzas' bakery.

Diamantis the butcher.

Will you paint for me?

Large walls?

No, you will paint

on canvas.

Lots of pictures?

As many as you like

Mr. Stratis,

sends you these

Paint as many pictures

as you can.

This is to buy paints.

I'll have to mix

the colours differently

He said, paint anything you

like, only copy these as well.

Tell him...

can't do that

- Mother.

- Take me inside

Sunbathing after

a swim in the sea...

Olive-picking, by

Theophilos Hatzimichail

Koutalianos

at Montevideo.

What purity of soul!

Stave, tell us something

about your brother's paintings

Thou embellisher

of nature's landscapes

thy skilful hand commingles

colours in such a fashion...

that thou hast become the livi-

ng wonder of the worlds of an.

Thy lofty spirit, instilled

with godsend inspiration,

hath brought upon thee the gold

en rays of everlasting glory.

A true son of the isle,

that bore Sappho and Arion.

Child of Lesbos.

What did I do?

I must be mad.

The watchful Muses assist

thee in thy noble task...

animated by the ardent love

of beauteous Nature...

of Nature, as was saying

yea, of Nature...

Go away, Theophilos

go away...

am standing on air

Uncle...

Uncle.

Here's some fish

From my mother.

Will you go to

the parade tomorrow?

Yes. I'm going with

my schoolmates.

We're little fishes

all of us...

all born in the great

baptismal font.

Uncle...

Uncle...

VIDEOPRESS S.A.

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