"The Land of Mani"
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"A very special moment in my artistic journey"
This art exhibition, “THE LAND OF MANI”, full of sentiment, brings me back to the place of my origins and it is a very special moment in my artistic journey. This year, 2025, I have had the honour to exhibit in one of the buildings of the Fortified Complex of Troupakides and Moutzinoi, in Old Kardamyli. This exhibition is made even more special because in the early 20th century the brothers of my grandfather Gabriel, Panagiotis and Stavros Procopeas, lived in this same building, when they went to school in Kardamyli. It stayed for decades as a ruin, until the Ephorate of Antiquities of Messenia renovated the whole Fortress. A perfect location, where the mountains caress the sea, where the olive groves and cypress trees shape the landscape and the stone houses made from the local stone are playful in Mani light. Breath-taking sunsets in the Messinian Gulf sky, give way to the galaxies and the moonlight shadows of the perfect night.
“After approximately 130 exhibitions, the time had come to present my works for the first time, in the place that I have loved and adored so much since I was a little child. The place that has deeply influenced me over time and that if I hadn’t breathed its oxygen, I wouldn’t be the person and artist I am today.”
I was born in the autumn, in Athens, in 1960. In 1963 we emigrated to Brisbane in Australia, where I lived my early childhood. Memories far beyond, filled with nostalgia. We returned to Greece in 1968. My mother took us, for the first time, to the place of our origin. We spent the summer months, each year, at Taiyetos and more specifically in the village she came from, Exochori, and my father’s village just a breath away, at least on the map, Agios Nikolaos. Most of the houses face the sea and in my memory I hear my father’s narration about the whale, which got lost in the shallow waters in the 40’s and lay down on the beach of the village. Being so carefree and vivid in my childhood, I could not imagine how deeply and intensely this enchanting place would affect me. I stand in the olive groves of my childhood; I sit and soliloquise to the wrinkles of the tree trunks, with legends through the centuries. I pursue in this interminable quietness something from the legend of Plato, Socrates and Aristotle. I try to put in place these endless thoughts, which caress me. The moments still and obedient. The cypress-trees appear around me beautiful and proud with their upstanding appearance, declaring that the fruit of the love between the earth and the sky, is us. The dewdrops from Taiyetos rolled into my lungs and the smell of the sea, which with the breeze caressed my inspiration, intoxicate me sweetly. Every smell, as if it has its own shape, makes you think of images.
“I was at the crossroads to making a significant decision. In 1984 my final decision took me to the Netherlands where, with the support and care of my uncle Klaas and my aunt Maria, I studied at the Royal Academy of Fine Arts, in The Hague”
Many years ago, I was involved at a championship level with track and field events, and my coach and friend Spilios Zacharopoulos perhaps did not know that by introducing my unskilled painting to Vasilis Fotopoulos, (renowned stage designer, and Oscar prize winner for the settings and the costumes in the movie Zorba the Greek) I would be confronted with a huge dilemma; Sport Academy or the Academy of Fine Arts. Vasilis Fotopoulos, who I love and appreciate deeply, gave me the opportunity in 1980 to work as an assistant and student at his two performances in the theatre of Art of Karolos Koun, to further torment me as to which direction to take. I was at the crossroads to making a significant decision. In 1984 my final decision took me to the Netherlands where, with the support and care of my uncle Klaas and my aunt Maria, I studied at the Royal Academy of Fine Arts, in The Hague, (1984 – 1989, painting, drawing and free engraving and in 1989 – 1990, a post graduate course in scenography and costume design). The cities of the world are more or less related to one another and a new destiny led me in 1993 to London and at present I live and create in Farnham in England.
In 1992 the first inspirations of my landscape work appeared, which lasted for fifteen years, until 2007. Experimenting with various materials, charcoal, pencils, pastels and later in 1993 in my paintings, I approached the subject with a free realism, for both the landscape as well as for the human figure, which I also view as a landscape.
Two elements, each inhaling from the other, tempted me to start a dialogue with nature and as my voyage progressed I discovered as many surprises as creations. I travel and my loyal friend, ink, draws my newly born experiences. I pursue in the wide sky the motive, together with the clear thoughts to start again living a period of painting. I started to view the landscape as an internal matter and I am more interested in what the landscape means to me as a notion and not as a picture.
In 1996 I found myself in the third phase of my thematic development, which was completed with my first exhibition in Greece, in the gallery “Titanium”. An experience charged with many emotions, which ended in a significant turning point in my journey. In the spring of 1997 at the gallery Odysseas Elitis, I presented my drawings with ink, paintings and a retrospective of Graphic Art. In both exhibitions I presented not the image, but the notion of landscape, as portrayed to me from my experiences in the Caribbean and U.S.A, destinations in Europe and Asia, visiting the east islands of Africa, but mostly from my beloved place, the Messinian Mani with mount Taiyetos, which attracts not only my artistic stimulation, but also my poetic inspiration as well.
Emotionally charged from the encounters I have with each place I visit, I go back to my studio, and start to reveal pictorially the images and all the emotions that have affected me. I continue the pursuit, to discover, always more profoundly, that “Nature is the biggest artist and I am nothing but its instrument”. This very nature has given me an endless sensation and a unique means of communication in each place I recreate. It is the spell of the inspiration which leads me, to unravel the deepest feelings. Each painting consists of countless pictorial experiences (miniatures particles of colour, such as the cells of living beings) and it is the moments, these eternal moments, which always remain a mystery, they lay beside me and awake my thirst of creation. Since my first exhibition almost thirty-five years have gone by, In February 1999 a three-year circle was complete, with the presentation of my new work in gallery “Titanium”.
Today, in the autumn of the 2025, after one hundred and thirty-two exhibitions I find myself briefly side-tracking form my current working practice and theme “Silent Nature” to dedicate this group of landscape works and a small group of bronze sculptures to my beloved land of Mani, for the very first time.
Trojan Horse, bronze
Breaths of Taϊyetos
Wild green
and ochres of the earth, sweet bitter pictures.
Thyme and the breathing of the fir tree.
Thyme, and breath of mine.
Azure the message of the shy
and the precious and cherished light
an act of worship on the carved rocks
and at the gates of our ancestors.
High noon, the gaze, laconic.
Thick grooves the mountain tops.
In the distance, they become translucent strips.
Wild green and dusk like red wine,
in the veins the flaming circle,
eternally daily and thirsty.
Wild green
and earthly colours,
sweet bitter, ethereal pictures.
The relations among elements in my painting have been simplified, the tree as an element appears often in my landscape compositions. Life it is and it offers valuable life. Innumerable seas, scents and dunes. shapes, colours and contrasts. Nature is love. Love offered to you imperishable, and this small act of mine, which I create to offer back is minimal, compared to the emotion I have felt in this circle of creation.
The landscapes of Stavros Kotsireas
The return of the prodigal to the lost paradise
(excerpt from the Millennium desk diary, Alpha Satellite Television, Greece)
Stavros Kotsireas zealously cultivates a form of landscape painting of romantic origin.
“The landscape is an inner state”, this definition of romantic landscape painting suitably describes his paintings. Painting charged with emotion, paintings emerging from the memory and nostalgia, shivering painting kindled by the flame of a poetic imagination.
Marina Lampraki-Plaka
Professor of history of art
Director of the National Gallery 1992-2022



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