Karas Christos

Karas Christos spent his life behind the wheel, driving Athens’s old taxi routes while sketching the city’s overlooked corners on napkins and receipts. He painted the same garden for twenty years, watching it change with each season but never moving his easel. His soft, chalky greens feel like the view from a passenger seat—familiar, slightly blurred, full of quiet details. If you’ve walked the quiet streets of Pangrati at dusk, you’ve seen this scene before; tap *Landscape, garden (1955)* to step into his steady gaze.