Q&A with Romanian contemporary artist Ciprian Ciobanu.
In a small cottage overhanging a cliff, a shrill screech echoed in the mist. A small girl lay awake in her bed. Lightning flashed across the sky. Sea foam splashed onto the window. “Papa!” The girl cried out for comfort. A tired, withered man, hobbled his way down the hall. The door whined as it… Continue reading SILENCE
I grew up alone in a big house, And my parents weren’t always home- they were surgeons you see- and I talked to furniture. My parents came and went and when I asked if I could go- they said: “no, this is what big people do, maybe when you’re older.” They were surgeons you see- and I talked to furniture.