Every year, at the beginning of June, the Harilaq Art Festival (organised by the Municipality of Fushe Kosova and Muhamet Metis ) takes place near Prishtina, Kosovo. The Harilaq fortress is situated on top of the hill known by the local toponomy as the Gradina – Harilaq. It is built on the remain of an earlier prehistoric settlement, attested by the archaeological findings. Continue reading
Through the In-Trigâ: AT HOME EVERYWHERE video-performance (see The Small In-Trigâ Dictionary) I try to redefine my territory and my identity, assuming a status on the border between public and private, in the context of ongoing social political influences over my personal life. The promenade in which car I carry my zăercs is a propagation of the self in constant movement: between aesthetic and social, between the organic and the artificial, between life and death, between nature and culture, between art and everyday life. The First In-trigâ presents through the form of a funeral march the simplest, most common and recurrent activity in my life: the daily walk with my dog, in the fields near the village where I have my studio. Continue reading
M: Sort of …. there … I think these bodies are rather events than objects, which I find a little disconcerting. This implies death.
M: It is precisely the act of mental reconstruction of an event, this is a post conflict situation. This is the monstrosity sparing itself a pause. Just because there are thoughts and feelings on which we cannot discuss, or which would be so trivialized by word and figuration … it does not mean they do not exist, right? Continue reading
It’s been a very intense week here in the village of Inoteşti, somewhere 100 km above Bucharest. Mothers ran from home leaving their children behind, youngsters drank ţuică to kill their toothache, dogs were frozen dead on the main roads, while I was discovering the realm of the unique and amazingly difficult technique of Watercolour, which I have very rarely approached in the past.
For the last couple of months I’ve been gathering stuff.
All kinds of stuff. Found, discarded, used, household electronics, whatever life cannot digest and whatever bits of cardboard my stove doesn’t need to light the fire.
<<In what concerns the “Germination” series – beyond the almost premonitory sensitive character of the line, and the wild effect of carnal architecture in decay–, what especially attracts our attention is Maia Oprea’s capacity to maintain irreconcilable painting styles in proportion of structural balance. These are usually looking to exterminate each other when put “face to face”.>>
The “Germination” series is composed of five individual canvases, standing for themselves, which are based on the same inner form. Most important for me has been to reach the climax of the fight given to create, at the same time: a possible modular structure that could be perpetuated indefinitely and a sequence in which these so-called modules remain completely embedded in the whole that contains them, without their independence being affected.
The current set is the result of a fiery war –which I attended as an active spectator – and the countless transformations occurring during work. What I had initially proposed myself was almost meant not to reach a purpose, and not infrequently I was afraid that if I add anything else, the canvas will be destroyed.
The first artwork of the „Births” cycle – the one that also stands for the title – is a self-portrait in shadow, also remains the most intimate one. Through its visceral feeling, its vulnerability. As a cry for power and of solemn weakness.
In the introduction of the book „The Life of Forms”, which profoundly influenced me theoretically, Henri Focillon writes:
„The old antinomies, spirit-matter, matter-form, obsess us with the same authority with which the antique dualism of form and contentis obsessing. Even though some slight trace of signification or commodity still persists in these antitheses of pure logic, whoever wants to understand what is happening in the life of forms must begin by liberating oneself from them”.
This specific time-frame (from a certain spiritual impulse to the impoverishmentof the formal matter resulted from the reproduction of this impulse into space) has been determined by the capacity with which I was able to freely movewithin the interior of this inner environment, imposing myself the abidance by a sincerity towards myself, that I consider being one of the most severe and tormenting rules of creation: intactly preserving the abisality of the primary sensation, by suppressing the tentation to repeat the form of that abisality through the same thematical variation on the respective form.
Although during my past I have taken on doing over certain themes or painting compositions, it is now the first time that a form has imposed as a profound obsession, giving rise to a life in motion, within a world that is transforming along with it. I must admit, it was hard for me to part from this obsessive form, but my wish was to immortalize the various development phases of something that could have represented a possible manner, thus hindering the birth of a formula, that is to say of a sudden interruption.
The video “White Rhythm” is at the same time one of my first art videos, and also the first group performance that I have ever initiated by myself. It was born as a commemorative act in the memory of an artist that I have very much admired, Dennis Oppenheim (born in 1938 in the state of Washington, died 2011), whom I discovered at the Museum of Modern Art in St-Etienne (http://www.mam-st-etienne.fr/ ), in the context of the exhibition “Islands never found” showcased in 2011, and soon after at the Abbatoirs of Toulouse (http://www.lesabattoirs.org/ ) . Continue reading