Negreni

Early morning at the Negreni annual fair, a second hand clothes salesman starts his day. 2013

 
 
 
 

Vladi

My older son Vladimir is doing what he likes best in Gravity Park, Constanţa, 2013

 
 
 
 

Măguri

In the annual boy’s camp hold in our mountain cabin, my son Oaki and his friend Radu brush their teeth, after a heavy summer rain. Măguri 2012

 
 
 
 

White

White is said to be the silence of colours. I doubt whether this is really so, as white is never simply white – it’s always hued, it’s always narrative. Snow, for instance, white as it may be, never keeps silent, it always tells a story, according to the way light reflects upon it, to the traces left in its texture or to no more than its mere age. There’s pure […]

 
 
 
 

The People of My World (2)

The people of my world are nothing but the sum of certain wondrous encounters. Over the years, I have pinned them fast to my emotional panoply. Some of these people I only passed by in my travels while others I keep revisiting as I have for years on end. I lingered beside many of them at some point in space and time, trying to figure each and everyone out. They […]

 
 
 
 

Petru Leahu's Clay Book

And no man in heaven, nor in earth, neither under the earth, was able to open the book, neither to look thereon. (KJV, Revelation 5:3) The books line up on shelves like the dead in graveyards. The book comes to life only when a hand picks it up and opens it. Any book hides a mystery within its covers. And the mystery reveals itself gradually, once the book is opened […]