ARS ANA

De câte ori omul caută cele trecute, cele cu rădăcini, cele ce au fost el caută pământul, iar când caută la cele ce au să fie să crească să zboare, el caută cerul .

multumesc Bogdan Ciocodeica pentru această deosebită surprindere și ocazie de a crea, cu rădăcini spre cer

Every year two studios meet to share beauty. The wood Doctor & Ars Ana, this year shaped again a small batch of wooden cutting boards with ceramic pieces.

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A sky of the blue birds, oil canvas commission
150 x 90 cm

On birds and the spirit of the flight captured in endless fight for beauty. A commissioned project that became a real challenge

De-ar fi oamenii păsări, ar cuceri cerul.
De-ar fi oamenii pești, ar cuceri apele.
De-ar fi oamenii stele, n-ar mai rămâne loc liber și totul ar fi al nostru.

Ce bine că păsările sunt păsări și peștii sunt pești și stelele sunt stele, iar ale noastre mărețe trupuri, castele pentru interioare infinite.

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If people were birds, they would conquer the sky.
If people were fish, they would conquer the waters.
If people were stars, there would be no room left, and everything would be ours.

How wonderful that birds are birds and fish are fish and stars are stars, while our magnificent bodies are castles for infinite interiors.

Let me tell you a story about a shard.

Long ago, when two people wanted to stay bound to each other even as life carried them in different directions, they would take an object and break it in two. Each kept a half. Years passed, faces changed, hair turned grey, but when the two pieces met again and fit together, the people recognized one another. It didn’t matter how much time had gone by. The Greeks called this sumbolon, meaning symbol, the sign of a bond that time could not touch.

The shard you’re holding now tells the same story. It’s half of a whole, and the other half stays with me, as a memory. You keep the object, I keep the fragment. And so, slowly, gift by gift, a heaven of our own is built.

The fragments from the making of objects for the Bucharest Design Festival exhibition a suite of 21 objects that speak about our soul. This is a piece about the strengh of fragility.

I was so often surprised by flowers that come through the asphalt on the rough streets of big cities. As you know, sometimes we take care, we put water, we protect strong beings in our home. And so often, in opposition, fragile flowers grow out of asphalt. This is an allegory for delicacy, but also the power of life that conquers death, that conquers the stone.