Paintings
The untitled painting on the left is inspired by Anselm Kiefer, who said: ‘We need the illusion of the boundary, otherwise we could not exist. We create these illusions to survive.’
Requiem, 165 x 165cm, oil on canvas, 2020
The pandemic opened a box of sad memories for me. The loss of loved ones and its repeatable pain is relived with every funeral during the deadly pandemic. This feverish wakefulness of the end grinds me down and surprises me with its power to evoke the past. I have incorporated in this new work my memories from the practices I learned at my agricultural school; picking the sharp, yellow corn, witnessing the end of the grey communist period, the mourning and memorials that took place in the Transylvanian cemeteries. The same sad state is represented through melting candlelight, from where the rest of us shed hot tears of eternal peace from everywhere and for everything. The dried flowers that sit on the grey graves, the bitter sadness of any irreversible good – we are only left with the hope of healing in the white of hope.