this is a place in "Baragan" fields where, after 2nd world war, around year 1950, lots of families were deported...including mine. the Russian army, more or less violent, loaded them in couple of hours in wagons, and anybody took what they could...animals, pieces of furniture whatever they decided is important or valuable...considering the unknown destination...it could have been Siberia (as they all of them supposed, but it was Baragan...an empty flat territory in open space where they begun to build mud houses (huts) like it was the beginning of the world..and if it wasn't.. it was certainly a new beginning for them and their lives. they built the village called "Dropia" and I attended a journey hoping there is something left...but nothing...some bushes, an old canal and a few pillars are all the signs and traces that allowed that man I met there to remap the whole place...and me to rebuild in my mind this "ghost village".
the song bellow is called "Baragan" composed by good friends,
Arc Gotic
“And we have come, To know all Places, Ways, Mazes, Passages, Quarters and graves, Of the endless fall.”
joi, 3 decembrie 2009
luni, 30 noiembrie 2009
miercuri, 4 noiembrie 2009
duminică, 1 noiembrie 2009
sâmbătă, 31 octombrie 2009
luni, 28 septembrie 2009
"the fantastic's dimensions in painting" (click on title)
luni, 7 septembrie 2009
duminică, 6 septembrie 2009
joi, 3 septembrie 2009
luni, 31 august 2009
duminică, 7 iunie 2009
luni, 1 iunie 2009
marți, 19 mai 2009
joi, 14 mai 2009
marți, 12 mai 2009
vineri, 1 mai 2009
joi, 30 aprilie 2009
miercuri, 29 aprilie 2009
luni, 27 aprilie 2009
"same thing but different"
snapshots taken in my block of flats, from bottom to the top, just an experiment..was wondering if natural light is more and more invading the space according to floor ascending...wanted to
elucidate this.
duminică, 26 aprilie 2009
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