Besides Nikos Kazantzakis, whose journey to Toledo took on the dimensions of a spiritual pilgrimage, and Giannis Smaragdis and Evangelos Papathanasiou, no other Greek, nor any foreigner, has ever been able to grasp the essence of the work of Dominikos Theotokopoulos.

In fact, the approach of art critics and theorists to his otherworldly creation resembles the story told by Buddha about the Truth, which he compared to an elephant, and the seekers of it to blind men who vainly struggled to understand what it was. One touched the trunk, another the leg, the third the ear, and someone else the tail.

For all of them, the artistic corpus of El Greco remains a mysterious dark island, a terra incognita, where everyone projects their own interpretations according to their whims, unable to see the full, true image. For what they see is nothing but its multiple, deceptive reflection on the canvas of the shadow theater...

This complete, true image is revealed after more than four hundred years by the marvelous, gifted writing of Mimis Tsakoniatis, using as a springboard the monumental film of the Cretan director.