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I love living and although I have sometimes been trapped under so much despair and pain and injustices of all kinds, I still wholeheartedly believe that being alive is a grand thing. Having the ability to feel and observe the movement of my own body in a space as big or as small, is something…
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A sweet humility is nesting inside me. A peace I never even knew existed, climbs on my old, fisty ways, like ivy on a castle wall.In all my restlessness, and uncertainties, it sometimes feels as if I am abruptly walking into a cloud of reassurance. I am moving like a pendulum between thoughts. Some are…
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Sketching someone’s features is a deeply intimate process and it bonds me with the model. I get to swim in their expressions and see their features coming to life. I draw their stillness while imagining the movement behind it. Meet a beautiful stranger, a Hawaiian woman I caught a glimpse of when watching last year’s…
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Roses, lilac, wildflowers, classic novels, cherries, homemade brandy, paper hats, small wood tables, random pathways that take you to apple, plum and walnut trees, Margarita, mirabelle, strawberries, dogs, linen sheets, cotton throws, whites and greens, my 33-year-old swing, sunsets, full moon, zinnias, peonies. Home. *In Romanian, dor comes from the Latin word dolus which means “pain”. The word “dor”…
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For anyone who has made friends with art, everything is hyperbolic. The way we look at the insignificant things unfolding in our lives, the idealism we engulf in often, the need to take trivial matters, ideas or thoughts and expand them in our minds, twirl and stretch them, and look at everything from countless perspectives.…
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Yesterday, I dipped my finger in the moonlight and painted my name on the sky of your soul.Your trees sprang to life under its glow and I could feel you smiling quietly behind the closed curtains of your eyes. My name bears the history of my disappointments and joys, the seemingly endless roads toward myself…
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If nothing else, I am, at least, an ardent sunsets collector. Wherever I may find myself, the spectacle of colors, always makes me feel at home. I would stop my drive in the middle of nowhere, take the thousand-mile journey, and climb peaks, only to witness an ephemeral beauty. From Asian sunsets to African ones,…
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Just like most of my drawings, some things are never finished and they will never be. They started as blurred lines, thrown here and there, with wrong proportions, questionable color blends, and no direction. But the strokes are bold, unapologetic and they come out naturally as if they have a life of their own or…
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The other day, I came across a very old interview with Michael Jackson hosted by Oprah. It’s not the first time I watch it but it does not cease to surprise me. While I can’t say that I would EVER choose MJ over my most beloved and ardently followed Freddie Mercury, he remains the favorite…
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