Florica Marian

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365 days series
365 paintings (30 x 100 cm each, acrylic on canvas). To create an homage to every day, remembering an instant, a poem, an emotion of this day.
Painting as a tribute to the landscapes surrounding me. Mountains and lakes, trees and plants, clouds and dust. With their ever-changing light.
Moments and fragments captured in my notebooks, reborn as colorful improvisations on canvas. As inner images, nourished by memory, poetry and art history.
In a further step in the work process I recompose the 365 days paintings within triptychs and polyptychs, exploring harmonies, dissonances, rhythms and contrasts. Moving between figuration and abstraction, presence and absence. Spaces in-between, out of focus, suggest inner spaces beyond the picture frame.

365 days series

I am working in cycles and series, such as 365 days / 365 paintings (30 x 100 cm each, acrylic on canvas). To create an homage to every day, remembering an instant, a poem, an emotion of this day. Such as the discovery of the infinite variations of the ginkgo leaves, which inspires me for the Ginkgo Blues series. Recalling my botanical studies of plants over years. Painting as a tribute to the landscapes surrounding me. Mountains and lakes, trees and plants, clouds and dust. With their ever-changing light. Moments and fragments captured in my notebooks, reborn as colorful improvisations on canvas. As inner images, nourished by memory, poetry and art history. In a further step in the work process I recompose the 365 days paintings within triptychs and polyptychs, exploring harmonies, dissonances, rhythms and contrasts. Moving between figuration and abstraction, presence and absence. Spaces in-between, out of focus, suggest inner spaces beyond the picture frame.“

Exhibition „Whispering roots“ 潜根细语 

„He longed to be the wind.. to be your shadow… to be a bird..“ (Rabindranath Tagore, poem „The banyan“)

My art works are since years in several ways connected to poetry, music, dance, with silence and with the rhythm of the seasons. I found them all again, encounters under the banyan tree. Guests and hosts, playing old music instruments, dancing, reading, talking, sitting, waiting. Listening at the birds. Visible and invisible hosts.

From a unique thread, light and fragile, moving in the wind, to the interwoven roots building a new tree.  Vertical rhythms between me and the sea, the mountain, the sky, the city, the world. As a veil and curtain, dense or transparent, opening new spaces. 


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