Since I don’t want to turn my art blog into a traveling one (even throught that I’ve always wanted to have one) I will share the important things from this travel which made me to write this post.
In the first place, this was more a spiritual trip and you will see in the next phrases why. A very long road (more than 12 hours with the minibus, with 2 breaks of 30 minutes, one break in Brasov and the last break in Bistritza city), travelling in the other side of my country, passing throught the Carpathian mountains.
However, long story short, when I had arrived at the destination, the area had no phone signal, which means no internet connection. I had phone signal when I walked on the mountain. But this was not a problem because I had a very good experience and I felled so much better with out it. Unfortunately I stayed for a week, in all this time I had painted 2 paintings and I did one colored drawing.
The road map. From Bucharest to Arshitza village (Arşiţa in romanian).
I had a chance to took some photos, some of them were used for sketches and paintings.
When I had arrived, the local villagers were very kind, tipically for romanians who are living in mountains and hills, especially north. The below photos were taken near area where I’ve stayed.
After long daily walk in the forest and on the hills, I came back in my room to paint.
Having no internet connection or signal on my phone, made me to enjoy more the beauty of the purest form of my country. In the last days, my paintings were done, I also did one 50/70 drawing with watercolors and black liner but I did not managed to take a picture of it, unfortunetly…it was truly amaizing..
I had so many great experiences that is pretty hard to describe them in words, here, the light, the air, the people, the animals, everything was so pure and untoched by the degradation of the modern world. For one week my mind was clean and I did not even had a bad thought, on Sunday I had visited the local orthodox church, it had a huge inpact on my feelings, especially when the priest started commemorating the heroes that once died and gave sacriffaces to this land and it’s folk, the priest also mentioned the ,,Vojevods,, Saints. Old people there were incredible polite and civilised, something which you see very rare. They also had about 80+ and they looked with 20 years old younger.
I had to go back to my native city, to Bucharest…with a sick and sorrow in my heart I left the village. Almost every day I am thinking about that time, it was the greatest medicine. And Bucharest, for me is like I woke up from an enchanted dream to see the horror of the modern ,,progressive,, people.