A Vacation in... Bucharest (II)

“Art is not what you see, but what you feel,” says Luchian. And Degas says that “Art is not what you see, but what you make others see.” And if you are given to feel and glimpse paradise in the everyday turmoil that seems devoid of any paradisiacal form, and you even manage to make others see it, it seems to me that it is already a divine, revelatory mission! And I am not referring to what is called “paradise lost,” but rather to that which pertains to the eschatological dimension, which sometimes breaks through into the continuous present even now. That paradise which is for those who have eyes to see and ears to hear... the one that is not destined only for some and only for a THEN, but is already HERE, in a potential ready to reveal itself. It's worth enduring Bucharest for this possibility of having access to rich exhibitions, which offer you such revelations and possible encounters with paradise. And if “art washes away the dust from the soul, the dust of everyday life,” (Picasso) then neither the dust nor the sultriness of the day matters so much if “art makes existence bearable” (Nietzsche).

After Artmark (for which I would return to Bucharest anytime), we saw the Village Museum. We liked it so much that we forgot we had other objectives too! We forgot about ourselves and didn't want to leave anymore. Where else would you go when it's so good here? The cool summer morning that announced a scorching day had the most beautiful light for us in this place.

I don't have much to say, except that I'd like to return, with more time available, and with the little ones, to frolic among the little houses... and especially with my watercolors!

(to be continued)

Simona Andrușcă

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Holiday in... Bucharest (I)