THE WONDERMIND

Essential Guide for the Universal Seeker

Spiritual Journey

  • Wahine

    Wahine

    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… Read more

  • Dor*

    Dor*

    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”… Read more

  • Art and Love

    Art and Love

    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.… Read more

  • Moonlight

    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… Read more

  • Sunsets Chaser

    Sunsets Chaser

    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,… Read more

  • Evening thoughts

    Evening thoughts

    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… Read more