The Basket Gallery

The Basket Gallery Visit us by appointment OR at Sundays 11:00-15:00.

The Basket Gallery is a non-profit association with an interest in both contemporary and traditional forms of weaving art and basketry, a millennia old heritage, as well as their respective interpretations and uses, today. The Basket Gallery is a non-profit association with an interest in both contemporary and traditional forms of weaving and basketry, a millennia old heritage, as well as their respective interpretations and uses, today.

Basket made of potato fries with cashew nuts in it, Chinese restaurant, Kenya (2025)
25/10/2025

Basket made of potato fries with cashew nuts in it, Chinese restaurant, Kenya (2025)

🎬 Scene from the Greek movie “Madam the Mayor” (1960) with Georgia Vasileiadou and Vasilis Avlonitis. In the scene, we s...
22/10/2025

🎬 Scene from the Greek movie “Madam the Mayor” (1960) with Georgia Vasileiadou and Vasilis Avlonitis. In the scene, we see a street food vendor having his goods on a huge round flat basket mostly held of the head.

🧺 Small basket with figs bought from a road-stand, on the way from Mersin to Silifke (summer 2024)
18/10/2025

🧺 Small basket with figs bought from a road-stand, on the way from Mersin to Silifke (summer 2024)

🌍Happy World Food Day!
16/10/2025

🌍Happy World Food Day!

Tell your food story and win an invitation for two, in Thessaloniki or Gaziantep. 🍽️🥬 🥗 🍲 🍛 🍝
12/10/2025

Tell your food story and win an invitation for two, in Thessaloniki or Gaziantep. 🍽️🥬 🥗 🍲 🍛 🍝

Tell your food story and win an invitation for two, in Thessaloniki or Gaziantep. 🍽️🥬 🥗 🍲 🍛 🍝You can find the details in...
11/10/2025

Tell your food story and win an invitation for two, in Thessaloniki or Gaziantep. 🍽️🥬 🥗 🍲 🍛 🍝

You can find the details in the images. 🙌

Free from the crowd, the young people ate unhurriedly, savouring the quality of the food and the quiet. Turning to Red, ...
05/10/2025

Free from the crowd, the young people ate unhurriedly, savouring the quality of the food and the quiet. Turning to Red, Wawi spoke calmly. “My name.” Answering her confused look, he added “Earlier, you asked me what I was judged by in work. I’m judged by my name”.

Chuckling slightly at her confusion, Wawi picked up the oil and dabbed some onto his bread. “It means ‘Little Wolf’ in my dialect.”

“Why does your name impact your work?” Red asked, looking at him directly for the first time since they had sat. With a wry smile, Wawi responded.

“It depends on who hears it that day. I’ve been told before that wolves don’t belong in this country”. Pulling his sweatshirt closer around him, he exhaled slowly. “It’s better in the summer, there’s usually more choice.”

“I still don’t see how that makes a difference” she said.

“Maybe not to you” Wawi answered, smiling bigger. Standing to his feet, he brushed the crumbs off his clothes and offered a hand to Red, helping her up. “I should go. My roommates will be thrilled by this” he said, shaking the basket slightly.

Red retrieved her bike from where she had left it against the side of the building, and sat in the saddle, uncertain how to leave. Sensing her dilemma, Wawi reached into the nearby shrub. Turning back to face her, he bashfully held a large sprig of Bear’s Breech. “Don’t let how they treat you dictate who you are.”



Flipping his notebook to a fresh page, the cameraman pulled Yaya aside, her words filling the air and his pages. Red sto...
04/10/2025

Flipping his notebook to a fresh page, the cameraman pulled Yaya aside, her words filling the air and his pages. Red stood awkwardly, frozen where she had been left. Loping towards her, Wawi tilted his head in invitation. Walking to the curb, the pair sat, drained. Around them the crowd dissipated, their leader disappearing into a waiting car.

Gently opening the basket, Wawi tore a piece off flatbread and handed it to Red, who looked at him in surprise. “Yaya did pay for it after all..” he replied to her look, unashamed. The two watched as the cameraman strutted over, buried in his notebook. Projecting in their direction, he droned “Red, right? How about a quote for Yaya’s feature…. What about…” He flipped a page and read the haphazard scrawl monotonously. “I am so grateful to Councilwoman Yaya for this incredible opportunity. Kick-starting my career in final-mile logistics has set me up for a successful path ahead and I can’t wait to see what my journey holds.”

“Sound good?” he asked, lifting his head to look through Red. Choking down her mouthful, she stuttered a response to the now empty space.



With the toothy grin of a wolf, Yaya lifted her arms and opened her mouth. “I pledge! If elected as Mayor next week, I w...
02/10/2025

With the toothy grin of a wolf, Yaya lifted her arms and opened her mouth. “I pledge! If elected as Mayor next week, I will create 700 new jobs - our partnerships have already placed 370 unemployed young people into work - just like Red.” Drawing a heavy breath, she formed a fist. “I pledge! I will help young Greeks gain knowledge of final mile deliveries - just like Red.”

Lifting her voice so it would carry beyond the rally, she cried out her vows, reeling them off in a passionate hurry.

An onlooker, a bold woman of about fifty, unable to contain herself exclaimed “What great policies you have, Yaya!”. Yaya condescended in response “All the better to boost our economy with, my dear!”

Encouraged by the success of the woman, a young man blurted out across the crowd “What a country first agenda you have, Yaya!”, enamoured as he met her eyes. Turning to address the crowd as a whole, Yaya directed her response to them all “All the better to prioritise our constituents with, my dear…”

Swaggering towards the cameraman, Yaya spoke in a voice as dangerous as a whisper. “We have to ensure our jobs remain ours.”



Hurtling her voluptuous frame across the street, Yaya gestured aggressively at the basket still at their feet. “I’m fair...
30/09/2025

Hurtling her voluptuous frame across the street, Yaya gestured aggressively at the basket still at their feet. “I’m fairly certain that’s my food”, the suggestion of a threat creeping into her voice as she took in Wawi. Red’s spine stiffened.

“I - hello Yaya - I mean Councilwoman - I…” Taking in with disdain the sight of Red picking at the leather seat of her bike, Yaya prepared herself for a fresh onslaught. “I ordered that. No?” Red’s gaze shifted nervously to the basket which Wawi had since picked up, feeling nauseous as she realised the implications of Yaya’s accusation. Frantically, she attempted to pacify her.

“I’m so sorry, Councilwoman. I didn’t realise… I thought that…” Red became ever more animated, catching the unfortunate attention of Yaya’s cameraman. He meandered over as Wawi crept silently towards the safety of the street’s shadows, outmanoeuvring the blinking camera’s clutches. Spotting a headline, the Councilwoman’s demeanour changed.

“Not at all! Anything for my constituents…” Scrutinising Red, Yaya raised her voice for the crowd now circling them. “ I remember you! You were looking for work after you finished your studies… Red could not get an interview for weeks until we stepped in!” The onlookers were mute, enthralled. Yaya relished it. Throwing her arm around Red, she proclaimed: “Our country, your job!”.

The crowd snapped, seething against its former silence. “Vote Yaya!” came the cry, rousing and angry.



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Καραολή & Δημητρίου των Κυπρίων 36
Thessaloníki
54630

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Tuesday 17:00 - 20:30
Thursday 17:00 - 20:30
Saturday 11:00 - 15:00
Sunday 11:00 - 15:00

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