Yannoulis Chalepas’ parents, realizing the catastrophic rage with which he was destroying some of his works, and his attempts to commit suicide, and then his sinking into silence, his isolation, his eloquent and needless laughter, at the suggestion of the psychiatrists of the time confined him in 1888 in a psychiatric hospital in Corfu. He spent 14 torturous years there, before returning to Tinos in 1902. There, his mother forbade him from any contact with any kind of art, believing that it was art that caused his mental illness.
In 1916, at the time of his mother’s death, he was a shepherd in the mountains of Tinos above his village, Pyrgi. He lived in poverty, with the stigma of madness, which intensified when he started again, timidly, to engage in sculpture, trying to create what he could, trying to turn back the unbearably lost time.
In 1925 he was to experience a cataclysmic rebirth. A professor at the Technical University of Athens, Thomas Thomopoulos, presented an exhibition with copies of the sculptures of Chalepas, whom he admired, and the latter in 1927 was awarded the Excellence in Arts of the Academy of Athens. Thus, in 1930, after a second exhibition dedicated to him, he settled again in the capital.
And so, on a very hot day at the end of August of that year, a biblical moment happened: in front of a crowd of thousands of Athenians who had learned what was to happen, and the policemen who were trying to control the pandemonium in the First Cemetery of Athens, Yannoulis Chalepas visited Koimomeni for the first time, after 52 years. He was, like her, alive again.