Transfagarasan Highway, Transylvania, Romania
Market, Maramures, Romania
Old Lady and Granddaughter, Maramures, Romania
Arbore Monastery, Bucovina, Romania
Interior, Arbore Monastery, Bucovina, Romania
Truffle Picker, Miklosvar, Transylvania, Romania
Mayor, Rosia Montana, Transylvania, Romania
Factory, Copsa Mica, Transylvania, Romania
Villagers, Budesti, Maramures, Romania
Cell Number 9, Sighet Prison, Maramures, Romania
The pictures that look foreign are from Romania the country my folks are from, now struggling to put behind it a lifespan of tyranny wanton and egregious while all the best and brightest who dared or were able left. You’ve seen the orphans and coal dust.
Anyhow, the people in the villages welcomed me in with plum brandy. They sat patiently while I set up my shots. Art is a piece of artifice, framing a piece of something like an icon while leaving out all the rest. In the stove, before I came, after I left.
The peasants resting their horses too. But I do need to tell you about Iuliu Maniu. His death bed and prison cell. My great-grandfather held up his head.