A wise man taught me once to listen to words and notice how their sounds describe their native land… I forgot all about it until recently.
Long ago, I made the decision to keep it simple when naming my artwork. It is a visual experience after all, not a verbal one. Occasionally however, I can’t stop myself from having fun with the words. This is such an occasion. I was looking at the “little church” (guess which one), and that name did not feel good. I wanted a name that could mirror the feeling of the landscape and the old architecture. And suddenly old names of Romanian songs and stories started surfacing. Their rhythm and melody a perfect match to the lines in the landscape, I felt transported from pictures to music.