Teodor Buzu
Each moment we awake from non-being into being – and back again
We had been deprived of everything before we were born
and in each moment we are gifted
Or as H. Melville writes, we are born with a noose around the neck
We are derived, we cannot create ex nihilo, out of nothing like the God
We live in reflections, whispering, and through them we get to know the world
We live in echoes. By means of them we are winning over the fluidity of life
Displaying through the wind – to shape our own auricle, unfurl the sail.
Artist's soul is a dungeon, a womb, a vessel
a bottle with a neck looking up to the universe,
the eye is soul´s candle, the eye – an opened gate for imagination
Order of painting, order of feto-genesis:
Gravidity of soul, laden
modeling, brushes, scrapers, embryo
colours: pigments and binder,
areas and intersections
intuition, experiment
matrix of spirit, mintage of soul
HYLÉ is shaped by life that is ZOÉ
Painting as a cell-growth
plasticity of organs
belly dancing, drumming the canvas
composing
Materials and shapes
similarity, similaritness
abstraction, generalization
painting over
Work on the canvas corresponds to the inner molding
almost relief
the desire for space
through an assimilation and optics
common to all eyes
A man walks at attention
Eyes tired of revealing
an abandoned field easel
Teodor Buzu painter of spectral colours
including that Moldovan national ones
the lines of magnetic fields
making-up, Drasliceni village, varnishing
Paintings prolapsed onto the sill of reality
frozen flames, shower without funnel
cadmium, purple, vermilion, violet
You will not squeeze the paint back into the tube
wind, efflorescence, stolons, tears
calligraphy of strings and bows.
Petr Pazdera Payne
