Exile on a piece of paper
I am a acute void of colour and brightness, which I can fill only by haunting in exibitions. At Kalinderu’s, the dust on the latch is thick, in Sala GalAteCa, Corneliu Ionescu’s ballerinas and harlequins look as made in a factory, in Caminul Artei the art works in the retrospective „Adrian Zisu” are too minimalist for my taste and only in Galeria Orizont I catch a glimpse of gleam in the „Insectar” collages, by Cristian Gaspar, which can abate my phobia of the grey that surrounds me. Since I got back from Ciclade, in a grey city, led by a liar marble-man, the only spots of colour are the hypocrites, the girls at the 5th page in Libertatea newspaper and the exalted.
Cornel IVANCIUC
Gardianul 09.10.2007
I am a acute void of colour and brightness, which I can fill only by haunting in exibitions. At Kalinderu’s, the dust on the latch is thick, in Sala GalAteCa, Corneliu Ionescu’s ballerinas and harlequins look as made in a factory, in Caminul Artei the art works in the retrospective „Adrian Zisu” are too minimalist for my taste and only in Galeria Orizont I catch a glimpse of gleam in the „Insectar” collages, by Cristian Gaspar, which can abate my phobia of the grey that surrounds me. Since I got back from Ciclade, in a grey city, led by a liar marble-man, the only spots of colour are the hypocrites, the girls at the 5th page in Libertatea newspaper and the exalted.
Cornel IVANCIUC
Gardianul 09.10.2007