Carved ostrich egg Read more »
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Carved Ostrich Egg

This is my second attempt to carve an egg. The first attempt was a disaster, but this one came out quite nice. Sadly i don’t have the right tools needed for the ultra fine details, but one day I’ll get them. Carving ostrich eggs is so much different than carving chicken eggs. They have a density similar to bone. An egg breaks very easy from inside out but is quite resistant if you press the drill from above. Its hard to say if this one is solid or not, i guess i will find out when it will break :D

Tool used: Diamond drill at 20.000rpm (400.000rpm needed, but its way too expensive)

Oil on canvas Read more »
Mystery Door
November 12, 2013
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Mystery Door

I did this one many years ago while I was painting more often than now, looks better in reality than in the picture.

Oil on canvas Read more »
Dark Corners
November 12, 2013
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Dark Corners

A strange painting I painted long ago. Fingers where used to do it, not usual paint brush.

Chalk Chain Read more »
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Chalk Chain

This is back from the time when i was carving in normal school chalk..yeah thats right, this is a totally mobile chain made out of one single piece of normal sized piece of chalk. I used a needle to carve it.

Toothpicks Windmill Read more »
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The Windmill

This is not just a windmill, it is THE Windmill. It has a very deep and personal meaning for me and reminds me of moments I will never forget. It is built together with someone very dear to me. It is made out of toothpicks, bamboo stics and japanese paper. Its actually spinning in the wind and had tiny metal bearings to make it turn very smooth and at the lightest flow of air. It was _extreamly_ sensitive to any air flow. Sadly this is an other creation that completely vanished, like 90% of everything I ever built.. but the memory and the pictures remain forever.

I wish I'd rhyme, but I can not.. Read more »
The Mur
November 13, 2013
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The Mur

I wish I’d rhyme, but I can not
My thoughts are mine, my words are not
I wish I’ve seen, but I was blind
How could have been, what was behind

In shattered glass, In pints of pain
I drink my past, I drink in vain
Where is the kingdom that I lost
Where are the years that I exhaust

My words are few, but they obey
I tame my thoughts, and make you stay
For if you knew what was behind
You lots would see what is my kind

I hide in lines, in code I see
What others only guessed could be
I turned my tears, my tears you see
To build the walls, that set me free

As walls grow moss, so did my soul
To cover past, to cover all
I built my walls, but walls do fall
So kept my guards, most dear of all

My shield is wide but is not wood
On plains of dreams I wish I could
To shield my pride, I wish I would
Instead to hide, to scream I should

My sword is sharp but is not steel
My heart does burn, but I don’t feel
I wish i’d finish, but I can’t
One day I’ll lose me, but you won’t

I’d shed my tears, if any left
To heal the walls I can’t forget
I mount my horse and hit the spur
For nobody knows what is a Mur.

Just read it with your heart, don't assume you know what it could refer to.. Read more »
Into Darkness
November 13, 2013
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Into Darkness

Ride, ride with me my friend
Through wind and dust we’ll never bend
Ride, ride with me my friend
Till time will come to meet our end

Ride with me, forget the past
Dream with me, you are the last
Spread your wings you’re more than that
Ride with me, ride really fast

Spread your wings move on, don’t stay
Roads are not enough today
Spread your wings, fly far away
No one’s there to hear your pray

Fly with me, fly high don’t stop
No one cares from where we drop
Run with me, we are just one
Dream with me, for real is done

 

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Carved Egg 2

This is the one and only attempt to carve a normal chicken egg. They are a nightmare to handle, the shell breaks even untouched, just moments after you drill it. I did it more like a personal ambition to prove myself that I can do it, but the material is totally unfair. I would challenge any professional carving artist to do such a thing, in this type of egg, untreated with any chemicals. Sadly this one broke all by itself a couple of days after I made this picture.

A poem with a secret meaning (in Romanian) Read more »
Aripi de foc
November 14, 2013
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Aripi de foc

Pasare mare
Cu pene de soare
Pleaca-ti privirea
La a mea chemare

Ia-ma in ghiare
Tine-ma bine
As vrea sa zbor
Sa nu stiu de mine

Ia-ma in vise
Ascunde-ma bine
As vrea sa cutreier
Pamantul cu tine

Ia-ma in zbor
Departe de dor
Pe aripile tale
As vrea sa mor

Du-ma departe
Prin vis si noapte
Umple-mi sufletul
Cu ganduri curate

 

A handcrafted terrarium for the turtle, made out of natural materials, with a lake, water plants, sun heated rocks, and a secret hideout. Read more »
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Terrarium for Turtle

A handcrafted terrarium for my little turtle (2years..lives 150-170). Imagine the joy from moving from her shoebox house where she lived for nearly two years, to this new place, with a lake, plants, earth, rocks, a cave…and, a secret hideout :P

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Its Time
November 12, 2013
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Its Time

Oil on canvans. i was never sure how to name this one, it was more of “inner fire” feeling i had when thinking of it, but it turned to be different in the end.

A book I wrote (and published), a sort of unconventional philosophy. Read more »
Mastering The Void
November 14, 2013
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Mastering The Void

This is book I published a couple years ago, one of my biggest personal achievements on understanding the world around me. It is an interesting read if you enjoy unconventional philosophy.

A small quote from my book:

I keep hearing how cruel everything in nature is and how life is about perpetuating species and surviving. I keep hearing how human psychology is governed by instincts, the ultimate one being to breed and continue the species. I see all knowing scientists talk about the universe as if they built it themselves. I see priests and all sorts of people of all ages talk about god creating life. Yet there is something that I felt is missing about all this struggle for life, and that is its purpose. My answer is simple, and its just a prelude to all the question that follow, in essence, this work.

The purpose of life is not to perpetuate itself for the sake of it, but to harness its goods. Life brings along spikes of individuality, humanity being its most productive branch. The purpose of life itself is to breed observers, for nothing exists without someone to observe it. Existence is relative too. Universe itself would not mean anything without something to witness its greatness.

Unlike anything else, we, living beings observe things even if not influenced by them. We learn, we see events happen, we decide and change things, we imagine, we create, we are unlike anything else. We are the jewel of the universe, an independent system working within a larger system. We are a world within a world, that causes everything to exist and make sense.

Its for sale on Amazon but i prefer if you buy it from here: Mastering the Void

O mica parte din cum sunt eu.. (poem in Romanian) Read more »
Libertate
November 20, 2013
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Libertate

De s-ar opri de maine tot
Si n-ar mai fi lumina
Nici oameni pe pamant
In inima mea plina

De ar ramane totu-n loc
Nici vantul n-ar mai bate
Si sufletu-mi de foc
In mine n-ar mai arde

I-as da uitarii tot
N-as merge mai departe
Caci sa exist nu pot
De nu am libertate

A very old carving Read more »
Dark Lord
November 12, 2013
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Dark Lord

Carved out of something, not sure what it was exactly. Kind of dirty because its old and I forgot it in a corner of the room many years. I think i did it in high-school or so.