This was the first block I painted. Born from a restless time of routines, chores, and the urge to paint, I looked out the window and found not nature, but concrete. Behind every wall, people – like me – lived with dreams, hopes, and struggles. What began as a simple view became a reflection of shared life in the urban jungle.
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The idea of painting the blocks was born during a restless period of daily routines, household responsibilities, raising children, and an unshakable urge to paint. Seeking rest by looking out the window, I didn’t find nature but the cold geometry of concrete walls, facades without horizon.
Behind each window, just like in my own home, people lived their lives with dreams, hopes, and worries. They too looked out, longing for a brief moment of respite.
These blocks, spread across every Romanian city, are more than buildings — they are mirrors of collective memory. The personalized balconies, the orchids on windowsills, the laundry drying in the wind, all become signs of individuality in a gray, standardized world.
Painting the blocks is my way of acknowledging who we are as a people, shaped by a communist past and by the struggle to bring color, warmth, and survival into our daily spaces. In my canvases, concrete is never just physical – it carries emotions, history, and the resilience of those who live behind its walls.
