Grain From Bucharest
I live in a city that does not belong to me, but that contains me and squeezes me in all the time. Life unfolds between the past and the present, never in the future. And it forces me to search for the truths that I can understand and transform them into memories, into fragments and sequences that haunt me to carry with me in my pocket. I have never kept a diary because it would not have helped anything, but I have noted in my memory all the events that have changed my city, your city and their city. My city, your city.
False history – May 1, 1939 – THE HISTORY OF A FORGERY
I learned at school that the two “Ceaușescus” met on May 1, 1939! After the 1989 revolution I realized that I had been lied to by the school textbooks from the dictatorial period. It was a fake! Unfortunately, the history I learned in those days has proven to be false countless times!
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Cyanotype on the original greeting card from ‘81!
Ceausescu’s ears
Ceausescu’s ears
Ceausescu’s ears
Ceausescu’s ears
Ceausescu’s ears
Ceausescu’s ears
