N he years I photographed everything I saw and now has no more folders image has.
A figure is nailed on paper effigy perpetual narratable
.... However, "aim" to reality with the only use of the medium, it ends up making it artificial.
is why I decided, in these days of exploration, to "punish" my faithful traveling companion, to finally witness the life out of focus ..
I saw the scenery change, I saw houses .. and then I have not seen any more.
The frame is white as the snow does not stop to get off, but: " comes a young man who will fight with that dragon, jealous of the sun had hidden .. and the birds stopped singing and the children stopped to smile .. "(Legend of Marzişor).
E 'can now the young, is still pondering what to do and my trips are cold, so cold as is the landscape that surrounds me.
These are not my sites, and yet, with surprise mixed with embarrassment, fascinate me. I am a daughter of wealth and poverty romantic .. What a paradox!
The people I meet are direct witnesses of a historical moment, that seems so far away, but it still shows quite tangible.
A llora, I would like to ask an elder to tell a story ...
I describes the days of depression following the fall of the communist bloc, it exposes the subject with great serenity, as if he had not lived on the skin and does so at a time in which it is possible that two people with equal passport can not be understood, in a country forced to change the language prorpio several times ..
(it may well happen that your partner steps from Romania to Russia without your realizing it ... .. but for now I'm not complaining because, regardless, did not I'd understand)