photo by lidia

the highs, the lows and the hellos, brought to you in association with: Peter Hujar,

the centre for contemporary dance in Bucharest is going to be torn down. no new space in site.

Veiozaarte will launch their 2.0 version this Friday at Atelierul de Productie, so they asked me to do
a sticker rendition for this festive occasion. long live veioza!

this collage just kept going, didn't feel like stoping but had to press pause, to play chaos and order

sous le cou(p) du lapin

149 A5 booklets for Tamara's show this Saturday,printed on recycled paper, were stuck at
Otopeni customs yesterday. Took a bit over a month to finish, from concept to physical object.
Ended up doing it all in pencil since it enabled me to go through all the stages the images
required: from skeleton lines to deep shadows. The moodboard included influences from
Each character is an actor in the performance Tamara's choreographed . Iris is angular and
functional, afraid of growing old and never going anywhere. Sui's disintegrating since her
husband left her. Anastase's existence is a bizarre blend of his father's pragmatism and his
mother's delusions, which draws him closer to the bathroom, space reserved for their
collective final pit stop, in the clutches of the rabid "rabbit".

illustration for Paraschivescu's article on sex in Romania during and after communism,
for the new issue of Esquire Romania.


recently realized i've started to enjoy working in layers. collage, paper cutout illustrations
and markers are grinding my brain bananas. this piece is from last year and was part of the
Lowbrow Sideshow we had in December.

part of a comic from a 3 comic booklet compiled for tamara gvozdenovic's show in Neuchatel's
Theatre du Pommier. it's called sous le cou(p) du lapin and will be rumbling on March 19th.
if you in swatch country don't miss it!

found this kitschy gobelin in the flea market. thought it couldn't get any worse but, as it turned
out late last night, bad enough is as a decent start as any.

specs of dust in the eye of infinity

.don't know the quality of the air we take in, still we keep breathing.
heart keeps beating to the base of trucks and voitures passing by like waves.
point connected to the line, multiplied by space and time turns perspective into a raster point
rendition of x. a distilled finity.
watch the clock, take the pulse of the moment and wait for the sign to jump. it's in the air we share.

circus carpatus

been busy working on a shit loat of stuff for the past two weeks, will upload more, later.
till then here's a lil' flyer i made for an amigo's chef de chef .