art theory · 23. April 2025

The animals have left the circus. The acrobats might follow next. The show will be of lights and music and maybe you shall let yourself enchanted by holographic beings. No pain, no sweat, no suffering, no thrill. Just images in rapid changing of deconstructed movement of what was life before. Before, behind the show there was an artist who risked his fame and life by throwing at you pieces of his soul he worked upon and shaped with his own hands and mind. That was before but now, now it's...

poetry · 05. April 2025

What do you see when you look in the mirror? What do you see when you look at someone's portrait? When you feel incomplete, when you feel everything is crumbling, that you are no longer a self, yourself, how do you look at the world around you? Is your vision still one? Can you keep an unified image of the things that surround you? Or are they starting to crumble, too? Is your world torn to pieces? Is the object of your gaze starting to lose its importance, its meaning, its identity? Maybe you...

poetry · 28. March 2025

Sometimes I mislead you. Sometimes by choosing a title, sometimes by sharing a link which isn't about what it claims to be about. Yet I wish to believe I'm doing it benignantly. With every misplaced title, with every not so to the point link, I try to push you further, to force you to relate, to make you think. What is so important in what I do that you should think about? That was never the question. Of course you may dislike what I am sharing, or even ignore my daily efforts towards a better,...

poetry · 27. March 2025

Why would you think That happiness is granted to you and to your kin, That fighting is not the necessary step For you to grab a little light for heating, Light for the safe forseeing of things to come? In order to grow children, you have to fight, To kill the safety of illusions, To venture in the dark, To blindly grab the pulsing ubiquitous life, To sink your teeth in moving, pulsating veins, In flesh. The laughter is not sign of happiness, It's sign of power: showing off your fangs, While...

poetry · 06. April 2022

When you get out of the environment that you somehow managed to understand, confusion can easily set in. The boundaries are no longer clear, nor are the rules by which everything is structured. Many become possible, even if not all of them are desirable. In a new spatial format, new forms are possible, and the message finds new ways to reach you. Even when the paths are not very clear, even when the hand, with a questioning gesture, seems to hesitate, it is imperative to move forward. No matter...

poetry · 11. October 2021

Quand nous avons goûté le fruit arrêté, nous sommes tombé. Avons-nous eu faim jusque-là ? Avons-nous alors prié : "Donne-nous aujourd'hui notre pain de ce jour" ou avons-nous vécu sans savoir que nous vivions, sans douleur et sans souci ? Mais étions-nous vivants ? Souvenons-nous aujourd'hui et chaque jour du péché originel et de la tentation qui nous ont poussés sur le chemin que chacun de nous marche, plus dur ou plus facilement, selon son choix. Et pardonnons-nous les erreurs les...

poetry · 16. September 2021

Adevărat vă spun: Din primul ou nu a ieșit găină! (Și nu putem găsi găinii în asta nicio vină)

poetry · 16. September 2021

The Light We need enlightening verses! Poetry Steers us away From darkness of the day,

poetry · 16. September 2021

Efectul fluturelui Ce-i pasă lui că stâncile-s abrupte? Că pasu-i greu Când, spre un scop nerod, Ne îndreptăm cu mâna tremurândă?

poetry · 02. July 2021

I feared death with a whitening fear, pale as the antelope that passes before the eyes of a lion about to go blind.