Maia Stefana Oprea


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Exhausted

In “Exhaustion” it is me  with my dog, at the countryside, during summer, asleep in the fields.

But what I feel that is conclusive is what Francis Bacon said in an interview:

“What I feel it is conclusive is that when you are painting a man sitting, just like this, in a room, or walking down the street,

almost all the people looking at the paintings seem to agree that they portray anything but a trivial or neutral situation

and that figure is involved in some sort of crisis – perhaps the idea of ​​an imminent disaster. ”

Sfarseala-r

“Exhausted” is available for sale on Saatchi Online : http://www.saatchionline.com/art/Painting-Exhausted/43191/1854156/view


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CHILD POINTING WITH HANDS: “KING”

"King" - 90 x 90 cm, gouache and paper on canvas, 2012

“King” – 90 x 90 cm, gouache and paper on canvas

“KING” is the second artwork of a series that I plan to realise one day. I have about 30 ketches that I realised at the age of 2-3 years old. Some sketches have annotations that proof the age (“deux ans et demi” – written in french language – two years and a half), mainly dated around 1989. What is interesting is that these old drawings correspond entirely with my reveries and visions as an artist.  Here is the sketch that stood at the basis of “King” :  Continue reading


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Of after…

Two ink washes I’ve realized during last summer.

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“Of After”, ink on paper, 2012

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WASTE – first stage-

„Waste – first stage” is not only a contradictory paraphrase of the pedagogical methods to teach the realization of Still Lives, but it is also a personal system through which household items are translated into the language of abstraction. Relying on conventional painting techniques and operating with consumer objects, I am searching, at the border of the imperceptible world, for that flashing life within objects, that pulsation or stillness, that intermediate life between animal and object, that shadow or that reflection, “that mysterious element which is animal a few hours of the day and only under the action of light “(Odilon Redon,Journal). Continue reading


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STEP BY STEP – charcoal portrait

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A friend of my boyfriend’s sister had a dream that involved him being portrayed.

I hope I’ve fulfilled it for a little while !

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LIFE STILLS #1

       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.

Gift #2, watercolor on Hahnemuhle Aquarellkarton, 17x24cm, 2013

Gift #2, watercolor on Hahnemuhle Aquarellkarton, 17x24cm, 2013

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.
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TODAY

                            ” Today” 

has its roots in the disgust caused by excessive intimacy with the self,  a self that doesn’t stand itself.

The desire to get to the surface of its depth results in some

“realities of live being, that are rebuild every moment, that connect one day to the other, throwing bridges over gaps, over amorphous states and irretrievable absences”

(Lucian Raicu, “Reflections of the Creative Spirit”).

The slightly shocking character (even for me) of these paintings does not seek to support the proclamations of Andre Breton, that

“beauty will be convulsive or will not be at all”,

 instead itseeks to portray those remains of personal seizures, which – not without surprise – we discover that we share with everyone else.

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