Ioana Alexandra Niculescu-Aron
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Not everything that glitters is gold. He drags after him the weight of some shadows that no longer have the same value and relevance nowadays. Gypsies have forgotten their tents somewhere in between a unique kind of greatnessand nobility of some primitives with fervent blood.
Loaded with what I absorb permanently from the background of the place I live in, I am looking for answers inside myself. Since I have no clear reference to reality (but only memories of feelings and signs) I generalize representations of the human body. I am therefore dealing with two existences: that of the visionary and that of the human (the character compliant to the becoming and the ephemeral). I live, like all other people, the time of globalization: in painting as well, I try to gather all the people in a single one.