Progressive Street

Art needs an operation. Tristan Tzara 

Last year, the pandemic and quarantine days came in compensation with a special gift.

In a box left by my parents, I rediscovered my paternal ancestors over 100 years ago. Photos taken between 1910-1930 in photo studios in various cities in Romania: Galati, Ploiesti, Bucharest.

Men in suits, women in elegant dresses, with impeccable hairstyles.

Mysterious, powerful, interesting characters.

Dedications on postcards from great-grandparents, aunts, uncles, friends.

I don’t know their stories. I don’t have anyone else to ask. But their pictures are the entire lives that pour through my hands and take me to the furthest moment that I deeply feel inside of me as if I want to feel like home.

The only thing I can do is to write with images/photos, untold stories about a fascinating, silent and forgotten world.

I can't resist this urge.

Those were the years when Dadaism was launched.

So the title of my project came naturally, RE-IMAGINING MY ANCESTORS, in a surreal approach.

Thus I started the journey that for me mattered more than its result.

And you, the ones looking now, offer me the most precious thing: your time.

What more could I want?