Ana Claudia Crisan
My pieces are elements that form a novel of dreams. The unforeseen explosive speed of intimate vibrations harmonise with the tranquil, in a romantic imitation of life infused with an illogical fiction. Tortured sensitivities of changeable psychologies give this tale elegance and something of a grotesque lustfulness. Impulsive, capricious, subtle, it comes into existence at the intense moment when beauty and life brought into high tension are caught in the unnatural vigour of making. This work has something of the ridiculous gallop of life, the need of constant novelty, which dehumanises, dissipating us in the vanity of the present.