Wednesday, 22 September 2010

*Vernisaj de Arta Contemporana*

O Imagine în loc de Titlu
Pictură Figurativă în România, 1970-2010

Centrul pentru cultură contemporană Club Electro Putere din Craiova anunţă deschiderea a două evenimente de artă contemporană şi vă invită vineri 1 octombrie 2010, ora 18.00, la sediul din Calea Bucureşti nr. 56, pentru a participa la vernisajul expoziţiilor,

O Imagine în loc de Titlu

(artişti: Mircea Cantor, Anca Munteanu Rîmnic, Ciprian Mureşan, Ioana Nemeş, Miklos Onucsan, Cristian Rusu, Serge Spitzer, curator: Mihnea Mircan) şi

Pictură Figurativă în România, 1970-2010

(artişti: Ioana Bătrânu, Corneliu Brudaşcu, Sorin Câmpan, Constantin Flondor, Adrian Ghenie, Gheorghe Ilea, Victor Man, Gili Mocanu, Şerban Savu, curator: Mihai Pop)
Proiectul O imagine în loc de titlu invocă fragmente de istorie culturală ori socială care stau la baza trecutului recent , el conturează o arhivă în care imaginile îşi constituie propriul index. Lucrările aduse împreună în această expoziţie ocupă un loc al privirii şi interpretării oblice, al aşteptăriilor melancolice.

Pictura Figurativă în Romania, 1970-2010 prezintă o selecţie a picturii figurative din România ultimilor 40 de ani. Expoziţia include artişti care s-au remarcat de-a lungul timpului prin angajamentul lor pentru mediul picturii. Pictura lor descrie deseori tranziţia socială cu focus pe ambiguitatea istoriei recente.

Expoziţiile O imagine in loc de Titlu şi Pictura Figurativa in Romania, 1970-2010 fac parte din proiectul Romanian Cultural Resolution produs de către Centrul pentru cultură contemporană Club Electro Putere din Craiova în colaborare cu Institutul Cultural Român din Berlin, şi prezentat în Werkschau Spinnerei din Leipzig în perioada 1 mai - 1 iunie 2010. Romanian Cultural Resolution cuprinde patru proiecte curatoriale semnate de Adrian Bojenoiu, Mihnea Mircan, Mihai Pop şi Magda Radu.

„Romanian Cultural Resolution” este considerat a fi cel mai amplu eveniment de arta contemporana românească produs în străinătate şi în acelaşi timp o premieră pentru spaţiul cultural craiovean . Deschiderea evenimentului la Leipzig a înregistrat un număr record de vizitatori: 17 000 mii în primele două zile de deschidere.

Saturday, 7 August 2010

*Return to Goa Festival*12-15 August*

Goa trance is essentialy 'trance dance' music, the original goal being to assist the dancers in experiencing a collective state of bodily transcendence, similar to that of ancient shamanic dancing ritual, trough hypnotic, pulsing melodies and rhithms.

Everything is Now.
And Now reborns, regenerates, reinvents itself, constantly changing. Everything starts to happen. 
By everything, into everything, the awakening and spiritual blossoming of more and more people can only point out to be the Beginning. 
The Beginning of Returning Home. 
It can be energy, brightness, dancing, fire, thunders, truth, unity, joy, gratitude, or all these seamlessly twining in an endless Cosmic Game. Scattered all over, dripping streams of thoughts, we slide into every bit of our ultimate conciousness. 
Born by all, we Return to All. Joined in poetry, running and clothing the Elizee fields with our steps of lightening, under the Spirits protection, we reach the infinity.

Shiva has start to dance again, the Universe's symphony gathers the remaining sparks in a wisp, while Aurora Borealis unfolds the sky so we can hear the mind of God. The primordial timewave of which we become more and more aware, flowing into oneness, constantly reminds us we can jump off that boat overcrowded with characters not sharing the same universal path to to trhuth and finally just going with the flow, free and unconditionally. We can stop and float into nothingness, letting go the social patterns, mental wiring leading to foreign plugs, dancing so light on feet that we become the dance itself. 
Being all joy!
Music is a passage to our wildest dreams. Music is active meditation. Connecting through all of our senses, we imagine so vividly that we can even step among mind-molded earthbounds. Bending to expand the nature of our perceptions, sound, in every shape of it, is the colour into we submerge different thoughts for painting the infinite realms of our soul. And we sure can imagine, we, sailors of the mind and spirit, the mountain vistas, they are a real proof of that, flowers scent, flaming coloured skies, mouthwatering fruits, Unicorns, Nymphs, our wonderful Human vehicles, dwelling in each other's smile, eye cuddling, always unveiling new feelings, blank moments floating in a blue haze.
We create because we love. We love what we create. 
Happy we can forget that, and we forget just so we can choose again.

Sending Unity and Love through Hyperspace, for all the Extraterrestrial and Ultraterrestrial forms of life, Pleiadiens, Andromedans, Zetas, praising the rebirth of the Sun and Gaia's 435 Mhz Child. 

This Event is Animal friendly! Your pets are welcomed.

Celebrate the nature together by respecting it as you respect youself!

* You are Nature *

For full detailed info's, please visit the site of event

Monday, 17 May 2010


~ There are few of us who have not sometimes wakened before dawn, either after one of those dreamless nights that make us almost enamoured of death, or one of those nights of horror and misshapen joy, when through the chambers of the brain sweep phantoms more terrible than reality itself, and instinct with that vivid life that lurks in all grotesques, and that lends to art its enduring vitality, this art being, one might fancy, especially the art of those whose minds have been troubled with the malady of reverie. Gradually white fingers creep through the curtains, and they appear to tremble. In black fantastic shapes, dumb shadows crawl into the corners of the room and crouch there. Outside, there is the stirring of birds among the leaves, or the sound of men going forth to their work, or the sigh and sob of the wind coming down from the hills and wandering round the silent house, as though it feared to wake the sleepers and yet must needs call forth sleep from her purple cave. Veil after veil of thin dusky gauze is lifted, and by degrees the forms and colours of things are restored to them, and we watch the dawn remaking the world in its antique pattern. The wan mirrors get back their mimic life. The flameless tapers stand where we had left them, and beside them lies the letter that we had been afraid to read, or that we had read too often. Nothing seems to us changed. Out of the unreal shadows of the night comes back the real life that we had known. We have to resume it where we had left off, and there steals over us a terrible sense of the necessity for the continuance of energy in the same wearisome round of stereotyped habits, or a wild longing, it may be, that our eyelids might open some morning upon a world that had been refashioned anew in the darkness for our pleasure, a world in which things would have fresh shapes and colours, and be changed, or have other secrets, a world in which the past would have little or no place, or survive, at any rate, in no conscious form of obligation or regret, the remembrance even of joy having its bitterness and the memories of pleasure their pain. ~

Sunday, 7 March 2010

Saturday, 27 February 2010

Saturday, 16 January 2010