Friday, 17 November 2017

familiar place

The strangeness of familiarity.

As a visual artist, I can only say I am blessed to be born in Romania. In my country, almost everything is a picture. I do not have to search for images, I just live my life and pictures happen. Actually, the more I live my life the better my images get. People here have a specific quality, a sort of external image of poverty mixed in together with profound internal abundance and creativity. A wonderful balance of roughness and sensibility. It all just comes together naturally, like an old pair of shoes you’ve worn thousands of times, they look worn out, but they’re your favorite pair, they’re comfortable, and then there’s all the memories you have together, places you’ve been, people you’ve met. You look at them and they make you smile.