vineri, 15 august 2014


 (two versions)
Questions of a pure man:

If I gave you my biggest dream,what would you do with it?

If I let you grow inside my soul,would you cut it from the inside and  try to destroy it?

If I showed you the colour of my universe,the stars,the galaxies and the distant noises of the planets who are being born  every second ,and thousands of others, in this big imensity, if I showed you the light,the darkness and the  infinitely misterious black holes,,if I opened the door to this world to you,would you  build  a bridge  for my steps,would you open up the wonders of your soul for me?

Would this bridge be strong enough for my steps ,would it be a sacred end exclussive passage between two miracles?

 There are many  who  thought they were great builders,but their bridges couldn t  be strong for the feet of those who came from distant  universes.

...  they were just  bridges for the ants,bridges for  those with tiny  feet, for those always at hand,who can pass standing in line, together,  not making too much noise to shake  its  weak pillars ,or even God forbid,cause an earthquake.

Building a bridge  strong enough to stand  in the middle of  the sea,and even in space,linking  neverending, amazing , unique universes...that s the measure of real architects.
Building a bridge  in the universe for one passenger,the passenger of love.
These bridges show the mastery of architecture.

Maybe pure people will have to  be the supreme builders of their own  bridges.
Bridges to  worlds unknown to those who learn architecture in the schools who forgot to teach them about real love,promisses,honor,dignity.
Those who can' t teach  people like me  love ,can 't teach us anything,except how to fail in building the greatest feelings.
And those who don' t understand ,never will.

I think this quote by Malcolm X will be most appropriated:

I showed you the way,but all you saw was my finger"

God bless 
those who seek for love.

the answer to my second "if" question was at times  "yes",without mistake.

joi, 14 august 2014


Here you can see the cover I made  especially  for the poet' s next  book "Invisible dweller","Habitante invisible".

You can also find  some of his works there.

I enjoyed the poems so much,and their special ,complex,unique message.

I thank the poet,I look forward to explore this wonderful world of  both  poetical and artistic  creation!
I 've always dreamt  to bring  and join beautiful ,original,different ideas and messages into the world we live in ,to fulfill a mission ,to follow the spiritual path that God traced for me,no matter where it takes me.This has no price.

I also wanna thank everyone who believes in me,my dreams,their innocence and purity I never lost,also for believing in my love ,my art,my creations.
Thank you , my family.

miercuri, 13 august 2014


climbing high


Sometimes artists are so envied.
They are  proud,beautiful,free,don' t listen to anything, except their own heart.
By just playing,they can become real architects.
It  's so easy for them to understand and do things  which are hard for others.
I think some artists have  the magic inside their soul.

And just by talking,they can make other people be ashamed of using the words.

This is another  sketch,from the same cycle.

It looks unfinished.
Sometimes, we don' t need to finish a work of art.
It' s our way of saying that we can create just by playing.

We don'  t  need much information  to know things.The knowledge of the artists is not available for others.
They have the capacity to learn what other people learn,even better,but also have a huge  gift,of  a secret ,almost  (ever) self reproducing knowledge.
Maybe that ' s why  artists will always live in special worlds,will know and feel things others never will and at times people won't be able to keep up with them.
And that 's precisely why at some  point, people who surround artists  should know
They only need to be offered the  love and everything else that goes with it.
All the gifts of love..
for those who empower their lives with wonders from another world.
i think   people need the artist more than the artist need ordinary people.
the artist is a VOICE
in such a way that others will never be.


I think before being artists,we are living stories,neverending histories.
What we are makes our art come s not otherwise.
If we somehow feel greatness inside of us..maybe it s because we have it God gave it to us.

When I was a child I used to paint and draw monsters.
After the communism, were watching many cartoons series with mosters.
My brother ended up having nightmares with Zodrac ,who followed him everywhere,trying to steal his soul.

But when I ws a child I asked poeple if monsters had a soul.
I realized  not so many of them could identify  with accuracy this notion, monster.
Finally I came to the conclusion that monsters had to have some kind of a soul.
They were moving,talking,some of them were even crying ,when trapped by some hero.

Years later ,I realized that real monsters did not look differently from other people.
That was the catch...
There were people who lacked something,something we cannot see,but it can be felt,when present.
There are people lacking  their very soul.

There are no monsters in my adult life..
No monsters..JUST murders...
Our dreams,our hopes,our laughters, our purity,our smiles, are being killed every day.
I saw  innocent people, who others without  a soul caused them to loose theirs too.
It s a new Zodrac era.
Except, this Zodrac is faceless and takes the shape of anyone who one day decides he should commit  the murder..the killing of our dreams.
Dreams are invisible..crimes against dreams are also invisible,they are not condemned by the law.
No matter if they succeed or not, those who  take the life of  our dream will have this burden in front of their counscience forever.
Dreams ,purity,hopes,creation,real beauty.
No monsters in this world...just saints..and lots of  murdered dreams..
They are worse than nightmares..since you always wake up from a nightmare.
The truth is ,I don t remember much about Zodrac ,but I know  a litlle more about the things I said.
In the end,I think there must be  a law...
But those who took a life,will not even be able to realize one day the splendour they wanted to  kill .
Or maybe they will..Everybody realizes simple things like day or another.
 God bless .
Let everyone live with the splendours they choose, and with  the conscience  of the dreams they failed to shelter.,whom they wanted to destroy.
Beggers are not choosers,
and dreamers are not beggers.

There are very few people who are going to look into the mirror and say that person I see is a savage monster.Instead,they make up some construction that justifies what they do.
noam chomsky

choosing  real love makes kings out of us.
kings who can fight monsters .Visible and invisible.

duminică, 10 august 2014




Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll.
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul. 

by william ernest henley

if climbing irons is what we need ,we ` ll use them  in order to be invincible 
all the cruelty of the world will not be able to keep us from blinding the sights of the weak with our shinning.
we will never apologize for shinning brighter than others.
'cause this is a gift from God.
and a gift  will rise us highest than anyone could have ever imagined,in their small,confined world.
if we seem too tough for those with human legs,this is because they did `t understand  our place and purpose in this world.These things are misteries.
legs are for humans.
climbing irons are for spirits who dare to brake the cycles ,take the masks off, get rid of the feathers ,who can see the dirt behind the stupid applauses and light effects,people who are not afraid to teach lessons about the real light and beauty.
real masters don`t work in the dark,don` t make vows ,are not  made by  people.
creators will one day be supreme architects of universes.
they don` t inspire from others.
real creators are so few..
and usually people fail in recognizing them.
people will try to brake their heart,to taint their soul.
there are beings  who` s souls shine like  diamonds,but foolish people can mistake them with glass.
but even if they try to brake their precious  heart, ,bring misery upon them,in their beauty and inspiration,
no matter what,they will always be..