Saturday, November 21, 2009
Friday, October 2, 2009
Friday, September 25, 2009
Wednesday, September 9, 2009
And this phantom was leading a very boring life. During his first hours of haunting he succeeded in reading the clock, and after running inside the castle, he could sing oriental sounds. It was an ingenious phantom.
All his folds were glimmering of bewilderment and curiosity and the glow worms from his eyes were were now alive.
And so a few days of centuries passed by, till Naluf asked all the Chinaware Phantoms, the Bizarre Phantoms, even the Phantoms-in-the Floor about this word, but he couldn’t receive an answer.
Imbued with restlessness and determination, the phantom set out to discover the enigma. As he went out the castle, the three Plasticine Phantoms followed him, distrustful of his adventure.
The destiny of his journey made his way to the cloud’s cathedral. He climbed on a bacterium mane and stopped at the celestial gate. There were pairs of smoked ravens wrangling, hiding among clouds and changing their nests. Neither the word Love, nor the letters made sense for them. They were only messengers of flight, rising ideals and bringing down storms over the iniquity. Even the clouds had only one interest, the beauty of the sky.
Saturday, August 22, 2009
Saturday, June 6, 2009
Friday, May 22, 2009
On the blue wall you can see Dana Matei's works with crazy animals.
On the red wall Maria Surducan sent some beautiful postcards, very emotional.
These are my works who will be received in short time.
Sunday, May 17, 2009
Kind, gentle, faithful, he turns his sight over you. The eyes glitter after a simple touch. And how could you resist? He only needs 10 second of attention, just to know you care. And when he approaches, you can’t refuse him. His old age has eaten the nose and astounded his hear. He has a heavy walking and leaning ears. But in that moment, you enjoy probably your last conversations. Greetings, my dear friend!