Artist. Creator. Visionary.

30 years old, originally from Romania, lives and works in England.

I have been thinking about a story to tell you, the story is not to tell but to imagine. It is already there, in the paintings. I haven’t created art; I have created a language, through times when I didn’t have the words. I did, however, have reds, and blues, and all the bright colours in the world, and they spoke for me. Language is just a tool. For years now, I have been thinking about what I would want the audience to see in my work – my story. And every time I told the story, it could never express what I truly meant. What is an artist? I don’t even know. I can’t find myself in such definitions/concepts. I am, rather, a passenger or a learner. I grew up searching for answers -- thinking that I should be aiming for an ultimate goal which could be met through creation. But, I was in fact searching for answers all the way through and I was just communicating through visuals. 

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IMAGINE...

A Visual Journey

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We are the creation of our first 4 years of life. I grew up surrounded by nature, looking after animals. I imagined that flowers, trees and,especially the rain, have their own music. You only realize you’ve been surrounded by music when it stops. I remember when I shared this with my father, in a moment of anger. I told him I was listening the trees. That is when he stopped being angry that I was spending too much time in the garden -- meaningless time -- and he introduced me to Greek Mythology. But it was way too early for me to understand why. Then, I came across Pythagoras’ concept of the music of spheres and the belief that the divine could be known. But all of this came to me as an instinct. I didn’t know what I was looking for, I was just enjoying the exploration. Could it be that the mind of a child was looking for the meaning of life? Water inspires me the most. It amazes me how much I enjoy listening to it and being surrounded by it. And how much I enjoy the sense of fear it arouses in me. I love its unpredictability; it can keep a flower alive, but it can also kill it. Watching it from a distance makes you lose touch with its music and your connection to it. But made me question my existence. Admiring the view is just human, but the art is in creating an identity… building up your own beliefs.