"Today"has its roots in the disgust caused by excessive intimacy with theself, a self that doesn't stand itself. The desire to get to thesurface of its depth results in some "realities of livebeing, that are rebuild every moment, that connect one day to theother, throwing bridges over gaps, over amorphous states andirretrievable absences" (Lucian Raicu, "Reflectionsof the Creative Spirit"). The slightly shocking character(even for me) of these paintings does not seek to support theproclamations of Andre Breton, that "beauty will beconvulsive or will not be at all", insteadit seeks to portray those remains of personal seizures,which - not without surprise - we discover that we share witheveryone else.