This is a lithograph, done sometime in 2006. It represents a diary page, something you might scribble while on the phone, or daydreaming. And it is a manuscript... a page of my personal history.
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
Thursday, October 16, 2008
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
There is a moment - in early childhood - when you receive all that is given with eyes and heart wide open. The border between reality and fantasy does not exist - and is inconceivable. That is when I discovered the Bible, and accepted it as a giant story-book. Not even the clash with religious bureaucracy, or my teenage rebellion against rules, or the philosophical cynicism of my youth have succeeded to erase this feeling. The way I remember, sacred texts are surprising, strange and mysterious. They are never content with a happy ending, they can be explained in so many ways. But most of all, after centuries spent in the imprisonment of absolutist interpretations, they have managed to preserve a deeper meaning - one that can be glimpsed, but never captured in words. Or images.
Friday, October 3, 2008
This autumn, I spent time working as a volunteer on a project called Colour in my School's Yard. The school's yard looked like this:
So we made plans - and by we I mean Maria, Ileana and Madalina Surducan, Ludmila Ciorici, Iulia Rob, Dana Matei and Dafina Mosutan:
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