Beschreibung:

68 S.; illustriert; 8°; kart.

Bemerkung:

Gutes Ex.; Einband stw. leicht berieben. - Texte rumänisch / englisch. - Anghel, the refined southerner of our contemporary art, reads the Hellenism - namely, a fragment of his own inner life - in a key which, each and every time is his own, of the Danube metic, ironically and nostalgically looking at the distant South. Created in rugged, sometimes almost plain, at other times practically black canvases, in ceramics that, with their white or brown outlines, made the glory of an entire civilization, passing in a sovereign liberty, from the graphic likeness of his painting to his painted sculptures, it renders, in friezes and archaic wooden metopes, in burnt and painted clays, the precise poetical universe of a Levant seducer. Eros and Thanatos seem to stand one at the other's side in the kavafic universe, just as in the almost centennial verse simply entitled "One Night', recalling fleeting loves "above the ill famed tavern" or, as in so many other sumptuous lines dedicated to Ptolemies and Seleucids, Cleopatras and Berenices, in a Greek Orient which used to be that of barbarian splendour but of the darkness and blood as well. For, in his turn, my hypersensitive and cultivated friend Anghel does not believe in happy, apparent classic serenities, he approaches, with the voluptuousness of the black and the red, scratched with names of myths or poems, a primitive Hellenic world, of which would have, almost magically, sprung the tragedy. Razvan Theodorescu.