To dare to dream it hurts of death but, to live without dreaming is dying.
One needs to give his best for his dreams because dreams are forever but a body is just for a life.
I was born an artist and I will die an artist. I can never think or behave like other humans because I am different.
I search for the truth. I feel that the essence is in simplicity, in life itself. The presence of the inner anxiety is the proof of the life. The whole existence on Earth is a permanent contradiction betwen good and bad, right and wrong. The mortals have a fascination for things. Life is not a thing!
I live in such an up side down Third World! The humans eat meat. There are more ways of eating a human. This is the existence on Earth!
Nowadays everybody is artist: the chairs maker, the trees cutter and even the plagiarist. The sanctified throne is for the artist that is corrupted. Just by chance, the best places in a society are for the ones that buy or sell something. It doesn´t matter the damage, you can sell your mind, but this is not a good business. One's mind values nothing comparing with one's sexual organs! The corrupted tangs can open fabulous doors; I let you think how the tangs should be used: to articulate words or....These are our present heroes, just those that can buy or sell, they are our precious models to follow! Stop seating in front of TV, stand up and sell your body or mind, buy your position...let yourself corrupted!
After graduation I understood that good educated people are the most vulnerable “insects” in this jungle called, society. Not by chance my entire creation is influenced by Heidegger thought: ”To think means to compromise you!”
One needs to prostitute not only his mind but also his body to be called civilised. Is this the natural process to know the complexity of the existence?
The slang can be a usefully tool to connect different parts of any society or just to irony the false “heroes”. The irony is my favourite brush, just perfect to shape this world, lost in rosaries for the nullity. Even though, I have no doubt: the cold minds function with batteries while the wise ones use the inner energy. You must wonder if this is the up side down world I ridicules in my short films, with impostors and fictitious values. I guess somebody should speak about life drama... somebody should remind to people they are mortals and films end in any moment!
I always considered that each garden has its own rotten vegetables but the gardener is the one who observes his vegetables. I am a Romanian ”gardener” so, I talk most of all about the Romanian vegetables. I guess I should feel ashamed to be Romanian, admitting it just in my mind. Nowadays, even a leaf movement became suspicious.
Any way, as I was saying I am talking about Romanian vegetables and I am a gardener not an artist. It’s too humiliating to consider myself an artist because nowadays everybody is artist: the monkey, the butcher, the Barbie woman, the baby that plays with his fingers in the morning jam...
My job is to observe the rotten vegetables and find out where is the problem. I can’t pretend that my garden is fine. It’s damn sick, that’s why I make films to diagnose my vegetables. I never hurry! I take the right time to observe them, how they grow, how they react in sun light, rain, mug or wind. Being a gardener is more than a passion for me; it is the pulse of my life.
As gardener I refuse to rapport to market requests. If the buyers prefer more the tomatoes then the onions, I don’t neglect the onions. If they ask a special size or form I must inform them that always the natural is better then the artificial
As more as human studies, understands that he must stop his agony by turning his back to wrong rules. This is a hard decision that supposes courage and most of all the power to be honest with you but, like this the wise human won’t waste his life being a sheep. Awoken, damn awoken, that is the right attitude in front of a decayed society! The wise man must walk against the current, with closed eyes till he reaches his self and finds the holy inner peace.In my films I cut... I cut pieces from my soul. After this, I stick them in a book, my video book. Once this book is opened it can be seen my own relation with the whole, the society, and the system. I try to relate me with the background I live in. The system built by people for their needs became a background than a whole where the infinite number of the particles, the humans, supposed to come and go. I observe and criticise the system that generates cold relations between people, a system that forced me to deny my true human nature to make me behave against my real self.