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2011 - Subtitled

A work that I developed in the frame of PPLUS4 starting from a study of Irina Munteanu. Sometimes life really needs subtitles but not all the time the explanation solve the mystery. On the contrary, the explanation can bring new senses and thoughts. The subtitled images can say something else in the light of the text and the text itself can transform through the filter of the images.

The project was first realized in the toilets of Viennafair 2011.

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2010 - The "F" concerts

The "F" concerts are part of a research process in the sphere of "ready-made".
On the idea of listening, a resumed my action at following the reaction of some amplifiers and expression pedals. Their speech in amplified in the system until it becomes noise. It's like somebody is speaking too loud trying to become convincing but its discourse turn into background noise and you can read its message in a totally different way. It's the producer and the consumer in the same person, equation in which the producer consumes its product till vomit, till deflation and through this is getting above the absurdity of producing. So we can conclude that sometimes transforming the redundancy of a system by revaluating it is to take into account.

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2010 - 5 landscapes

TRACK 01: Flats 2:01
TRACK 02: Home 1:36
TRACK 03: Seaside 1:35
TRACK 04: Sunset 1:28
TRACK 05: The Boat 1:16

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2009 - Notforsale

People do say I'm cocky, some say I need a good whuppin', some say I talk too much, but anything that I say I'm willing to back up.
I'm bad! Been chopping trees, I done something new. I wrestled with an alligator. That's right, I have wrestled with an alligator! I tussled with a whale. I handcuffed lightning, thrown thunder in jail! That's bad! Only last week I murdered a rock! Injured a stone! Hospitalized a brick! I'm so mean I make medicine sick! Bad dude! Bad, fast! Fast! Fast! Last night I cut the light off in my bedroom, hit the switch and was in the bed before the room was dark!

Words impress our senses as sounds do. They have the power of manipulating us. Everything around us is conversation. It is the dialog between a transmitter and a receiver with all the errors of encoding and decoding. People usually repeat words for dominating and convincing but then it's sound.

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2006 - come to 452

When this block of flats was elevated in 1981, it was built in the idea to become the accommodation for the employees of the Ministry of Interior, a block of one-room apartments which sheltered people from the same professional category.
This is the story of the majority of the Bucharest districts. The districts were planned for the staff of the factories existing at the periphery of the city or for a certain category of wage earners.
In Baneasa district, the blocks were populated with employees of aeronautics industry, both with the ones involved into production and the ones in piloting the airplanes. In “Militari” district, as the name suggested, the apartments were meant for the military workers, one of them being my grandfather.
From 1982 till now things changed dramatically...more or less due to political, economical and social circumstances.
What would be today the logics which makes these people live together in this type of block?

App.002. Savulescu Gheorghe, 79 years old, retired, he used to work as a car electrician. He lives here since 2000. He lived before in Militari, the District where Catalin (ap.078) lived till 2005 with his mother. In his youth Mr. Savulescu had a motorcycle but he sold it because he was addicted to speed. Mr. Savulescu tells every woman who meets at the entrance that "she is so beautiful".

App.018 Mrs. Laura Ganea. 38 years old. She works as an inspector for the Ministry of Culture. She lives here since 1997. She also worked as a jurnalist as Olimpia (ap.70) could have done judging by her studies. One day an application of Catalin (app.78) could reach Mrs. Ganea’s desk. Laura Ganea also worked as in Public Relations.

App.031. Mr. Stratan Seraterian. He is 70 yers old. He worked as an Enginear in construction but now he is retired. He supervised the constrtruction of 452. he used to live in a bigger appartment but it was too big for him and he moved in this one room appartment in 2004. He also worked abroad...in Germany and not only.

App. 005. “Tanti” Maria (at the left side of the image). 60 years old. She is retired. She is here from the beginning of the block construction in 1982. “Tanti” Maria has now a very important role in the administration of 452. Even the administrator (here at the right) doesn't live here; all the lodgers have a person to trust in “Tanti” Maria. If there are any problems like... let's say flood or malfunctions at the hitting system, they all go to 005 to announce the problem.

App.070.Olimpia Norsesovici. 26 years old. She works as a senior print sales manager for an important publishing house in Romania ,“Catavencu”, that owns several magazines and newspapers and she studied journalism. She lives here since December 2004. She keeps contact with some work colleagues of Catalin (the neighbor from the apartment 078).

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2004 What is Art and What is It Good For?

Mr. Whazzart (by Megatron)

I still remember the time WHAT IS ART stormed in on the nettime ro mailing list, so obvious, normal and fresh as to startle all the members & discussion partners. Besides that, this roolytoons question was prone to immediate answers, and many got over their initial awkwardness; for this question could elicit both raging and sad responses because it was so disarmingly simple and bluntly straightforward. Or so it seemed.
It was not the first nor the last of this kind of enterprise, but everywhere in this year of 2004, simple questionnaires and applications seemed to spring up at street corners, handed out by enticing cheerleaders and charming youths. Who cared if they where students or school kids (it hard to tell anyway these days). Obviously nobody stops in mid city to fill in the paper gaps with the labeled ball-pens. After what is art, it all made sense. Different methods of answer gathering where used, still the fine arts pros felt cornered by interviews and recorded by cameras whenever they tried to answer questions too simple for anybody to pay attention. All these kinds of questions reminded us of visa filling cards and all that insurance paperwork, of checking in and ID yourself at the closest police station. They write your name down, and your answer is yours forever. The possibility of a prize makes the answer to the what is art question - a well-deserved answer in itself. A prize hard to win by collecting coupons, bottle-caps, or by peeling off the package corner or the paper labels. What is art reached the streets trough posters and black and white flyers. The question marks became one with the street ads posted during the last campaign of an art movement killed off by its own insecurity when dealing with answers universally known. Willing to find more and more answers, and wanting to post them in a single thread, this art question had to enter the bus stations and the school yards by being simple and direct and staying safe from all those who formerly thought they had never had anything to do with it. Or all those who where thinking that they already answered by walking the exhibition corridors and museum hallways, fingering expensive albums and catalogues covers with dead dandy's. The answer - short, long, protracted or precluded, hot or iced, was tied around the moment when you where stepping inside the daily arena of lived commodities. When you wallow in it you are overlooking it, but when you see it hanging on top of other posters glued together, there is no way to escape it. If there are a lot of answers for a question everybody avoids, then we can cheer the way people answer as part of a primitive exchange. You are loosing your innocence because of all those premiums and Grammy's that get mixed up with everything good in life - cars and homes. The trophies of consumer society. You have to answer what is art in order to become an independent person, a man in its own flat. But you have to get on the street to see the questions. Stepping over the 'what is art mom? or what is art dad?'-phase, you get the pavlovian prize that helps you forget the visual stimulus manipulating your good sense into believing that art lies in a single phrase spelled out on the dotted line.

>>> Gheorghita Florin- waiter
What can art be?, each of us answers in his way, all you have to do is to look around and you'll notice this. Have you ever taken a bus? If you pay attention, you will notice that the driver holds his hands on the wheel and he also spins it depending on how good it is, that wheel is round, a piece of design invented maybe 100 years ago and who knows, I don't, maybe many don't, but the one who conceived it was not an inventor and an artist or maybe both, because you can have one without the other, you can't be an artist if in that little head of yours there is no ingenuity, and for this you need a little imagination, just as the inventor of the wheel had, and if we came back a little more, to the beginnings, art began with... ,in our case with something round, I don't think we can call it a round wheel, but you see, almost every thing spins, thus another factor, the time, but the wheel was invented later, why because somebody someday had this idea aaa, this is an idea, propulsion, the coagulation of the imagination in a conception, we should always remain stunned at the movies (that is, then) a great novelty in the60-70s, other factor the limitation, depending on the resources in the transposition of the idea and its perception through our eyes, therefore an artist is the one who is more artist if between his idea and our primary perception of the "object", his art, the differences are minors, who knows what did Eminescu want to demonstrate with his poems, are we that blind in the essence that we lose ourselves in details. You may feel his poems only in short moments of your life, another factor is that you do not understand art through the eyes given by God, through you body, but you feel it through something else of which you are not even conscious, sometimes, some believe that it is the soul; have you ever taken a sheet of white paper to make a drawing? It maight be that talent is everything, but if you feel "a state ", any psychologist says that what you feel can arise from within you, that is the art within you. And the one who invented the wheel may have been an artist. Maybe you neighbor who writes poetry is an artist as well, only that nobody knows. We all know that many of the great painters died of starvation and after their death a certain critic, because I do not recall that their names should have stayed on the lips of a commoner, only the name of the artist is preserved, it is sufficient if the name remains, the rest will be taken care of by its art and the sense of the one who, in his turn, is a small artist; another factor, the sense, art is felt, it is not perceived, although the sense is helped by the perception, "the soul sometimes feels the perceptions of the body ". The perception is dealt with only by the man who considers the sense just as let aside, if not forgotten. We all remember many artists, but how many of us do we know what transmitted us ..........But we should stop and lean entirely on the little man playing on the carpet with a pencil and a paper as he is our creation, of the mother and of the father. Another factor, the creation. It is born before u, before the things and the art. If you want to see art come out two seconds of the concrete you are living in and from the worries in the mind and take a walk to see art, not something that would catch the eye , but something which you became accustomed with even before acquiring self-consciousness. Take a look at the park in autumn, just look, perceive it with the means available to us, maybe some sense while nature plays with them in the wind or under the murmur of the leaves, a bit of art, because no lyrical or epical description will not be compared to what you feel then. So each has art, blessed be the one who transposes art he feels to his neighbors. Another factor, inspiration. It's everywhere, it depends on how much you feel. Don't look for answers in art, they are the true questions of the artist, although they do not understand them, they have answered: knowledge, the engine of every thing you do, remember the little man on the carpet, the essence of the question why are we here. There is no art without knowledge, the most important factor, this hunger, but why? Nobody can answer, because thousands of artists have tried to do it and in the end all it remained was unanswered questions. It helps in everything because it completes our lives, in progress and repeats itself under our eyes each generation, without giving the opportunity for some of us to blink at least once toward its direction, the art. To have art is sometimes tightly connected to freedom because, everything created by art, even though it may be in jail, it would stil l be free. It is not a refuge, you are free, no machine was invented to scrutinize your thoughts, to forbidden them, although there were people who would forbid your freedom, but they could never take it from you in reality if you were strong and you believed in yourself, in what you are. Art through freedom is strong even if you perceive it as weak, as a flower on which you can step, but it is still strong through its name, its memory and its representation. Art never dies. It is one of the few things created by man and which does not die in reality.

P.S: I apologize for the possible spelling mistakes. My name is Gheorghian Gheorghita Florin, I am 23 years old, Loc. Calarasi. cod:8500, occupation: waiter.

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