Antoaneta and Leonid, my parents, gave me life, a lot of books, great hospitality for my friends from all over the world and paid for my private tuition in ballet, piano, guitar, art history, drawing, English, French, sports, etc ...
Alexander Atanasiu and Vasile Andrian, my uncles, opened my horizon by teaching me languages, recommending literature, telling me stories, the former about Petersburg, Siberia, Russia, the latter about California – especially Monterey. They encouraged me to accept that I have wide wings and that I should strive to soar high up in the sky.
With Vera Fried I spent my childhood years in best friendship – her family’s house was a home for me, too.
Dan Manolescu, my English teacher, convinced me to study arts.
Prof. Leon Vreme, who introduced me to the art of painting, helped me discover the depth and richness of nuances, the world of creating colour. I have been feeling his company through all my life, in my journey towards art.
Prof. Hildegard K. Fackner recognized my interest in details, my rush, and used my natural skills to teach me how to bring it all together in a drawing, remaining free, though.
With Valeriu Sepi I had our daughter Zoe, a long marriage, a good professional friendship, the vibes with the pop group Phoenix in Romania, trips in nature and fly-fishing, searching for mushrooms and fighting the windmills.
Hartwig Ochsenfeld is the man at my side who offers me the leeway and largesse to be and live myself as I never had had the chance to feel before in a relationship. Love, freedom, peace of mind have given me hours, days, years of creation, searching for harmonies on canvases, for the holistic approach in a drawing, creating living spaces, spending time with my friends, travelling and writing thousands of letters.
I had the chance to be born in Timisoara, a multicultural town with a great artistic tradition where I still have friends, know many special people, places and where I have one of the most beautiful balconies. Heidelberg was my first German home: in Dehners’House, in The Old City, The Academy, Galleries ... It is here that I found the space to feel that I am approaching my destination. Frankfurt am Main is my second German home where I also managed to have an old balcony! However, I am pretty sure I could also feel at home at Monterey, Ca, in Boston or Amsterdam or ... Once you left the place where you grew up and called home, it’s to a large extent up to you whether you hence are merely a sentimental traveller, a recent new-comer to town, the perennial not-belonger, or the one who belongs, but always only almost – no matter how advanced the degree of your adaption. And if it’s only that slight trace in your accent, which is fair, for there are some out of tune hues with adjustment in your soul, too. But there will be beautiful balconies, also.
14. 06. 2008 Heidelberg