– oil painting on carved and burned european oak wood, along with some personal thoughts
– composition height & width: 155,5 x 260,5 cm
3 modules, 6 pieces
Echoes… is what they are,
And what they further generate,
Echoes of my heart,
Of your heart,
Of anybody’s dreams.
Waves of happiness,
Carved and alive,
Painted with passion,
And connected by light.
I designed and completed this artwork out of my passion for sculpture, flying and horses.
The oak wood’s warmth and versatility made it the perfect choice, also reminding me of my ancient roots. Its golden reflections and flowing veins inspired me the most. I took all the necessary time and effort to prepare the wood throughout several stages prior to the actual painting. This ensures both its durability and design quality.
Part fairytale, part reminder of an ancient treasure, “Echoes” follows my favourite art concept: potential motion. Inert shapes that seem to be on the verge of flapping their wings at any moment. Wood becomes waves. Waves of water, wind and fire. All three modules, weightless and connected through motion, like the motion of a horse’s hair into the wind.
It changes with light – I can’t decide which side of it I like best: flooded in sunlight, or shining like precious metals in artificial light.
Light also connects all modules, colors ascend from earthy fire to bright light. All shapes and colors dance in echoes, musical rhythms.
It reminded someone of an ancient fairytale – “Horses in waves”, which I was pleased to hear. I am happy to see that many people find a personal meaning in my Echoes.
I invite you to explore each module in all the details below, looking forward to your feedback.
where pure light rules, blue melts,
and dreams follow.
Summer in between…
when sunshine gold melts like honey,
and hearts beat faster in the sky.
simmered into earth and water.
Here below are some of the work stages involved:
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M-ai inaltat pe nori.
Am fost rapit de caii norilor
in inaltul cerului
si apoi aruncat in Stejarul Primordial
ca printr-o Poarta cu balamale descantate.
Nu e plutire si nici vant,
E o visare?
E ceva de vis.
Multumesc, Nicu, ma bucur ca a avut asa efect, foarte frumos exprimat, lucrarea asupra ta.
Sunt mândră de fiica mea. Îşi foloseşte talentul dat de Dumnezeu pentru a ne încânta privirea şi sufletul cu un lucru minunat. Bravo! Felicitări!
Multumesc frumos, mami! Multumesc c-ai crezut in mine de mica si m-ai incurajat sa continui!