Pride or Prejudice

Music by Moby - "Why Does My Heart Feel So Bad"

How does one define a superior being? By one's actions or representation and reflections of self?
They just are as a result of one's definition. One chooses how they are and how one self defines.

Still steel

Music by Bear McReary - "Pegasus"

A stormy day, when winds of North found the top of the Bucegi mountains to be the best playground for their restless speeding contests, revealed once again snow's creativity.
Steel structures stood still. They listened to a deep silence, broken only by small snow crystals smashing against their steel flesh. They endured rough winds, sudden roars of cold, vows of eternal haunting. Yet they were still, unmoved and silent. The night brought back a liberating mist of stars, which turned into curtains of light and clouds at sunrise. The steel had grizzled over night and snow became its coat. It held prisoner part of the storm's fury and lust for wandering inside its most inner bonds, thus freezing steel into what felt like a restless stillness.

Pearl III

Music by Paul Haslinger - "The end"


What a beauty! Close to perfection the piano's voice is accompanied by whispers of violins.
In the early minute of the day, their warm melodious embrace feels like rays of sunrise falling upon drops of dew. The dew shivers of pleasure and so does the spider web which has been patiently awaiting to capture a glimpse of its beauty. And thus a pearl takes birth. A pearl so precious because it lasts just until another early minute of the day passes by.

Halite

I have decided to bring the diaphanous muse of late written words and creative seeing within every new dialogue. Below thou hath it. Play it...and then...

Music by Bear McCreary - "Battlestar Sonatica"



Salt, as part of each of us, of our flesh and blood, is either bounty or poison. A spice that used to glow of gold in times of wanderers and wonders. Today nothing else but a second hand commodity...still, where available.
History has made a habit out of spiraling in a nebula of time, something similar to what mother Gaea's been doing. This is what eyes taste out of salt's history when nature comes together with man. Each one alone, both of them together. Shadow or light, lavishness or pure art?

First breathe outside, fresh look

6th of June 2009
Orange Concept Store on Calea Victoriei blvd. in Bucharest

The opening day of the first exhibition, a solo, of a selection of my works. Some of them can be seen here, some cannot. But soon will 'can'. An exhibition for which I am grateful to my Oana as she put all her trust and energy in making it possible. And she had a lot to cope with. Artists, should I indeed deserve this most honorable title, are difficult to deal with at some point or another.
An exhibition with no apparent thematic, but a glimpse over a path and a place within.

So for the next two weeks my works are going to be up there, watching the light changing itself, themselves and, why not, you.

I'll be waiting you! Be welcome!

P.S.: things to come