Genetics?


Where does come from, my “talent”, my ability to draw and paint? The capacity to quickly observe and analyse and synthesize forms and colors? I had no doubt such a “talent” is NOT only the 99% of Einstein’s sweat… There is something in my genes… Something I have inherited…

Well, I can tell you one thing, just like Van Gogh, it’s rather from my mother side than from my father’s… My mother had this “talent”, this pleasure to draw and use colors. One of my earlier memeories concerning the artistical use of colors were the hours when I “helped” my mother to do Easter cards, in colored inks on bright cardboard… I was 5-6 years old… Another “talented” member of my family was uncle Nelu, one of my mother’s brothers, the one who was a political prisoner (First, condemned to the death penalty for “treason” and “armed complot against the Popular Republic of Romania” in 1956; then his penalty was commuted to life, then to 25 years hard labor… finally, he was released in 1964 when most of the political prisoners were released…) This is one of his paintings: I bought it for 500 lei (quite a sum at the time for a student) and I still have it at my parents house, in Romania… a bit “naive” but not without a certain “charm”…

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D’ou ca me viens, mon habilité de dessiner et de peindre? La capacité q’a mon oeil d’observer, analiser et synthetiser rapidement et finement les forms et les couleurs? En ce qui me concerne, je n’ai pas de doute que ca ce N’EST PAS seulement le 99% de transpiration dont parlait Eistein… Il y a quelque chose dans mes gènes… Quelque chose que j’ai hérité des miens…

Une chose est sure et certaine: tout comme pour Van Gogh, c’est plutôt du côté de ma mère que je l’ai hérité… Ma mère, ellle, avait ce plaisir-la de dessiner, de colorier… parmi les souvenirs les plus plaisant et les plus anciens que j’ai, concernant l’utilisation “artistique” des couleurs, sont celles de moi, aidant ma mère à faire des cartes de souhait pour les Paques avec des encre coloriés brillants sur du carton… J’avais 5-6 ans… Un autre membre “talentueux” de la famille de ma mère c’est l’oncle Nelu, celui qui a été prisonier politique. En 1956, il a été condamné à mort pour “trahison” et “complot armée” contre la République Populaire de Roumanie. Après, sa peine a été commuté en prison à vie, puis à 25 années de “bagne”. Il a été libéré en 1964, comme presque tous les déténus politiques… Celui-ci est une des ses peintures. Je l’ai achété avec 500 lei (une pas mal grosse somme pour l’étudiant que j’était dans le temps…) C’est un peu naive mais pas dénuée de charme…

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De unde-mi vine “talentul” la desen si pictura? Calitatea ochiului meu de a observa, analiza si sintetiza cu rapiditate si finetze formele si culorile? sunt convins ca nu e vorba doar de 99% transpiratzie, cum spunea Einstein…E ceva genetic, ceva ce am mostenit de la parintzi…

Un lucru e sigur: ca si Van Gogh, mi-am mostenit inclinarile artistice dinspre partea maica-mii… Ea e cea caruia îi facea placere sa deseneze si sa coloreze… Una din cele mai vechi si placute amintiri ale mele se refera la orele pe care le petreceam ajutand-o pe maica-mea sa faca felicitari pentru Pasti cu tusuri colorate, stralucitoare, pe carton lucitor… Aveam poate 5-6 ani… Un alt membru al familiei maica-mii cu talent la desen a fost unchiu Nelu, condamnatul politic. Condamnat la moarte in 1956, pentru tradare si complot impotriva R.P.Române, pedepsa i-a fost apoi comutata in închisoare pe viatza, apoi 25 de ani de munca silnica. A fost eliberat in 1964, ca majoritatea prizonierilor politici. Pictura de mai jos e una de-a lui, un pic naiva dar nu lipsita de farmec… I-am cumparat pe cand eram student, cu 500 lei (ceea ce nu era putzin pe vremea aia)…

peisaj unchiu nelu

12 responses to “Genetics?

  1. That’s quite a tree, isn’t it?
    What a life he had!
    Do you have any of your mother’s paintings?

  2. My mother – though talented – never really painted… She was an economist at a big factory (same where my father was an engineer) and they both worked 40 years and + there… stability of jobs, one advantage of the communist system… If you did your job – at least mediocrily (sic?) – and didn’t speak against the regime you could almost be 100 % sure you will finish your working days from the same place… So, no, I have no drawings or paintings by her… She kind of realised her artistical vocation THROUGH me…

  3. ovidiu stanomir

    Dane, ce familie fabuloasa !

    Cum eu nu doar ca te cunosc de mai bine de 25 de ani, dar iti stiu mare parte din rudele de gradele 3, 4, chiar 5…, vorbesc in cunostinta de cauza. Cred ca l-am cunoscut si pe unchiul tau. A trait drama intregii sale generatii (ce intelectuali de marca au fost aruncati in puscarie de catre comunisti !).

    Pictura pe care ai postat-o e atit de senina, atit de… generoasa, incit nici nu-ti vine sa crezi ca-i apartine unui persecutat politic. Dovada unui suflet puternic. Si senin, in fond !

  4. Da, si mie mi-a placut, Ovidiu… Mai ales ca e un pic si bizara… intr-o parte e iarna (cu zapada) in alta e primavara sau vara… Fara ca pe ansamblu sa se observe vreo problema… E ca si cum mai multe entitatzi temporale ar coexista “senin”, cum spui tu… Poate ca e o chestie ce-ar merita re-incercata?

  5. ovidiu stanomir

    da, ar merita cu virf si indesat… ti-as sugera un titlu de genul: “Gradina unchiului Nelu”…

  6. ovidiu stanomir

    Dane, felicitari pt. ca esti postat pe “suprarealism.ro”, printre cei 6 graficieni romani. LA MAI MARE !

  7. Da, mi-ar place…Gradina deliciilor unhiului Nelu… o chestie un pic suprarealista, un pic naiva, de marimea Gradinii deliciilor lui Bosch…

    Mersi, Ovidiu (pt felicitari; pentru postare trebuie sa-i multzumesc amicului Nick Darasteanu). si eu ma simt bine langa Chirnoaga…

  8. It does have charm– very folk art-y and cheerful. Your uncle sounds like a fascinating man.

  9. Quite interesting character, indeed… I’m sorry I did not record his memoirs… He did awful prison time, in the worst communist prisons of the time… The reverse: he was together with the intelectual elite of the pre WW2 Romania… He did learn French in prison and not only… In fact he died 84-85 years old and I think the “good” years after the communism did kill him with good food and some prosperity… In the end he was kind of conceited, I liked him better when he was less prosperous and less arrogant… But he had a keen sense of color and genuine naivity (?)

  10. It has the folk art look of a Grandma Moses piece. I really like that sky.

  11. Yes, Bill, Mama Moses is a very appropiate refference! My oncle was a genuin naif (naive?)… What I did like in it is especially the co-existence in there of TWO seasons, winter AND spring or summer… I had a “coup de coeur” for it and I had to buy it… Unfortunatelly, that species of collector, who buy because they LIKE the painting and not for investing or for a color that match their sofa in the living room are almost – if not – extinct…

  12. Lovely post! Going back to your roots, ha? Fascinating all of it and the whole of you!

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