It was a gloomy Autumn morning when my path seemed to cross a beautiful encounter. It was the morning when I went to have my portrait painted. I armed myself with patience and cigarettes, knowing that the process will take a while. Little did I know that I will leave not only with a portrait of myself but also with an unforgettable life experience.
Photos by Silvia Postolatiev
Here`s how it all went down. Miruna Cojanu is one amazing character. And I am not bluffing, stop by the next time she opens a varnishing day, you`ll convince yourself. She made her life successful until one day, when she took her success and turned it into talent. And according to some famous art critics, she sure has a bunch of it.
Well, another important aspect regarding Miruna Cojanu, is that she follows my adventures. Mmmmyessss, important because this is why I was proposed to have my portrait made (which is something so out of this world cool. Must keep in mind the next time I want to surprise someone)
And so, on that gloomy Autumn morning, I parked my car in front of her atelier, took my bunch of cigarettes and stepped inside. Moment in which I was kinda blown away. I was blown away by the positive and harmonious vibe that received me, I was blown away by Miruna`s presence – so balanced and poised and yet so down to earth – I was blown away by all the paintings, everywhere. It was like they were alive, people, but most of all, feelings, the atelier was filled with feelings, transcending the canvases.
I don`t know when the hours in which Miruna painted me passed. I don`t know to explain you which technique she used, I don`t even know how many cigarettes I`ve smoked but what will forever remain in my memory are the eyes from the painting she made after me. They talk about the same feelings my eyes do.
Right in this moment, while I am writing this, I am accompanied by the beautiful painting, which now sits on the center wall in my living room. From it, looking down on me, vaguely smiling, is a little dark countess. She has red lips, cat eyeliner, a signature hairdo, smokes a cigarette and her eyes tell a thousands stories. Sometimes melancholic, sometimes even sad stories but definitely stories that will make history.
Thank you Miruna! Thank you for your talent. Thank you for my beautiful portrait. Thank you for painting my eyes with that exact attribute they have and of which we never discussed, but you saw it in me. And thank you because you have given me not only a painting but a proof that I`ve become who I was meant to be.
Now I truly understand what catharsis means.
Portrait Painted Ana