Pridvor is a family to me. Anca is the mother, and Alexandru is the father. I haven't met dad yet :)
It started with my mother's voice, which told me almost commandingly: Write! And it continued with my father's voice: Continue! Even if you are not at a high level, even if you are not learned...
I see myself exposed and I'm not ashamed. How liberating! Lord, it's wonderful to see that people feel the same way, that you are not alone, that you are valued precisely because you are sincere and show your wound.
It's as if I had painted several works and kept them in the cellar, and Anca came, took them, framed them, and put them in a big exhibition.
I still don't know what she saw in my painting, but I'm glad she came into my life... and went down to the cellar!
Ioana Todor