At Nikos Moschos portrait of Antonis Benakis, Benakis as if by magic shows up in real flesh in the artist's studio. Behind the figure

of Benakis appears a sliding door of a typical Athenian postwar apartment and next to him some works of the artist.  The realistic appearance of the founder of the museum next to us, like he's a familiar, living person, is an enigma.

The peculiarity of Nikos Moschos approach, lies in how convincing this paradoxical presence is.  Behind this sense of familiarity, lurks an anachronistic, atopic mystery. How is it possible to be in the artist's workshop in Athens in 2004, with Antonis Benakis (passed away half a century ago) looking  at us and smiling?