3137

3 137 invites Myrto Xanthopoulou to create a group show based on her own rules.

The area of Athens roughly defined by Asklipiou and Zoodochou Pigis streets, and from Solonos all the way to Alexandras Avenue, is a small ecosystem within the city. It is not Exarcheia nor Lycabetus. There are stores, but it is not a commercial center. It is densely populated, but it remains a passage connecting the very center of Athens with Alexandras avenue. The intimacy of the neighborhood coexists with the deserted feeling of a passage. Everyday routes from house to house, from house to studio, to the kiosk or the supermarket are saturated in this landscape. While we live, work, and circulate here, the landscape becomes part of our identity, inspiring an almost collectivity, an almost “us”.

The dog knows its area. He sniffs us somewhere in Solonos Street. He follows us down Harilaou Trikoupi, he waits for us outside the little shop, and accompanies us to
the entrance of our building, where we stop, we look at him in the eye and make incomprehensible gestures to explain to him that this is the way things are. The dog is ruthless. He speaks of loss, joy, grief, love. A plan we know but eludes us.

The artists are neighbors, having been at some spectrum of this common course. The works follow the dogs footsteps on the pavement of Ippokratous.