Confessions

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Born in

Romania

in 1980, Alex has expressed himself through art from his early years, ultimately passing with honors the admission to Dimitrie Cuclin Fine Arts School, where he concentrated on the technical side of drawing and painting.

Through his detailed and distinctive artwork he achieved renown in Romania, being a prize winner of the Annual National Graphic Exhibition at the age of 14.

Following graduation, Alex took up a post teaching Fine Arts in his country and became involved in many art projects developed in Italy. He has also been part of several exhibitions in Romania as well as Britain.

The diverse influences absorbed during his time in Romania, Italy and Britain helped him develop his mainly monochromatic work into an exciting and contemporary style.

Through his art, he reveals the variety and beauty of the human form. His drawings are intimate without ever being intrusive or shocking; they remain engaging, tender, and deeply sensual.

Jude Roland - Salt of the Earth - Giclée Print Service

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Alex Darziu is a highly-skilled and versatile artist open to pursuing new artistic ventures and challenges. His work embraces representational and surreal figurative drawings - both black & white and coloured - including nudes, portraits, architecture and animals. If you would like to commission illustrations for books and book covers, magazines, music albums or simply want a unique and imaginative piece for your own art collection, please email him.

The Resolution

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The Confessions Cycle

Carnal apple, Woman filled, burning moon,
dark smell of seaweed, crush of mud and light,
what secret knowledge is clasped between your pillars?
What primal night does Man touch with his senses?

Ay, Love is a journey through waters and stars,
through suffocating air, sharp tempests of grain:
Love is a war of lightning,
and two bodies ruined by a single sweetness.

Kiss by kiss I cover your tiny infinity,
your margins, your rivers, your diminutive villages,
and a genital fire, transformed by delight,

slips through the narrow channels of blood
to precipitate a nocturnal carnation,
to be, and be nothing but light in the dark.

Carnal apple, Woman filled, burning moon
XII From: Cien sonetos de amor
Pablo Neruda

The Past

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The Confessions Cycle

What I fear is the past, and this corrupts the present which destroys the future. Self destruction.

Once we were one

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The Confessions Cycle

Because of you, in gardens of blossoming flowers I ache from the perfumes of spring.

I have forgotten your face, I no longer remember your hands; how did your lips feel on mine?

Because of you, I love the white statues drowsing in the parks, the white statues that have neither voice nor sight.

I have forgotten your voice, your happy voice; I have forgotten your eyes.

Like a flower to its perfume, I am bond to my vague memory of you. I live with pain that is like a wound; if you touch me, you will do me irreparable harm.

Your caresses enfold me, like climbing vines on melancholy walls.

I have forgotten your love, yet i seem to glimpse you in every window.

Because of you, the heady perfumes of summer pain me; because of you, I again seek out the signs that precipitate desires: shooting stars, falling objects.

Pablo Neruda

One step closer to her... is one step closer to nowhere

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The Confessions Cycle

You left me, sweet, two legacies,
A legacy of love
A Heavenly Father would content,
Had He the offer of;

You left me boundaries of pain
Capacious as the sea,
Between eternity and time,
Your consciousness and me.

Emily Dickinson

Trapped in a Riddle

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The Confessions Cycle

I can write the saddest lines tonight.

Write for example: ‘The night is fractured
and they shiver, blue, those stars, in the distance’

The night wind turns in the sky and sings.
I can write the saddest lines tonight.
I loved her, sometimes she loved me too.

On nights like these I held her in my arms.
I kissed her greatly under the infinite sky.

She loved me, sometimes I loved her too.
How could I not have loved her huge, still eyes.

I can write the saddest lines tonight.
To think I don’t have her, to feel I have lost her.

Hear the vast night, vaster without her.
Lines fall on the soul like dew on the grass.

What does it matter that I couldn’t keep her.
The night is fractured and she is not with me.

That is all. Someone sings far off. Far off,
my soul is not content to have lost her.

As though to reach her, my sight looks for her.
My heart looks for her: she is not with me

The same night whitens, in the same branches.
We, from that time, we are not the same.
I don’t love her, that’s certain, but how I loved her.
My voice tried to find the breeze to reach her.

Another’s kisses on her, like my kisses.
Her voice, her bright body, infinite eyes.

I don’t love her, that’s certain, but perhaps I love her.
Love is brief: forgetting lasts so long.

Since, on these nights, I held her in my arms,
my soul is not content to have lost her.

Though this is the last pain she will make me suffer,
and these are the last lines I will write for her.

I can write the saddest lines tonight
XX From: Veinte poemas de amor
Pablo Neruda

Spring Mist

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The Confessions Cycle

I want you to know one thing.

You know how this is:
If I look at the crystal moon,
at the red branch
of the slow autumn at my window,
if I touch near the fire the impalpable ash
or the wrinkled body of the log,
everything carries me to you,
as if everything that exists,
aromas, light, metals,
were little boats that sail
towards those isles of yours
that wait for me.

Well now,
if little by little you stop loving me,
I shall stop loving you little by little.

If suddenly
you forget me
do not look for me,
for I shall already have forgotten you.

If you think it long and mad
the wind of banners,
that passes through my life,
and you decide
to leave me at the shore
of the heart where I have roots
remember
that on that day, at that hour,
I shall lift my arms
and my roots will set off
to seek another land.

But if each day, each hour,
you feel you are destined for me
with implacable sweetness,
if each day a flower
climbs up to your lips to seek me,
ah my love, ah my own,
in me all that fire is repeated,
in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,
my love feeds on your love, beloved,
and as long as you live it will be in your arms
without leaving mine.

Margaret Atwood

The Navel

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The Confessions Cycle

Leave me a place underground, a labyrinth,
where I can go, when I wish to turn,
without eyes, without touch,
in the void, to dumb stone,
or the finger of shadow.

I know that you cannot, no one, no thing
can deliver up that place, or that path,
but what can I do with my pitiful passions,
if they are no use, on the surface
of everyday life,
if I cannot look to survive,
except by dying, going beyond, entering
into the state, metallic and slumbering,
of primeval flame?

Leave me a place underground
XXVI From: Las Piedras del Cielo
Pablo Neruda

The Soul's Corner Stone

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The Confessions Cycle

I do not love you except because I love you;

I go from loving to not loving you,
From waiting to not waiting for you
My heart moves from cold to fire.

I love you only because it's you the one that I love;
I hate you deeply, and hating you,
Bent to you, and the measure of my changing love for you
Is that I do not see you but love you blindly.

Maybe January light will consume
My heart with its cruel
Ray, stealing my key to true calm.

In this part of the story I am the one who
Dies, the only one and I will die of love because I love you,
Because I love you, Love, in fire and blood.

Pablo Neruda

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No. V

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The Weight of Beauty Cycle

No. IV

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The Weight of Beauty Cycle

No. III

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The Weight of Beauty Cycle

No. II

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The Weight of Beauty Cycle

No. I

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The Weight of Beauty Cycle

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Over the Bridge

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The Light of Faith

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You have me and you don't

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Autumn Mist

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Memories of embracing and being embraced.

Untitled

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The night has a thousand eyes,
And the day but one;
Yet the light of the bright world dies
With the dying sun.

The mind has a thousand eyes,
And the heart but one;
Yet the light of a whole life dies
When love is done.

Francis Bourdillion

The Haunting Memory of a Night in Chepstow

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Submission to the 'Chepstow - First Impression' Event/Exhibition.

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WhiteSpace ArtGallery

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When Alex showed me his work for the first time I was so impressed by the maturity and craft in his work, for a young man, that I leap-frogged him into the current exhibition.

His attention to detail with regard to presentation is unsurpassed and, consequently, it comes as no surprise that he is now a selling artist.

His personality and passion for his work are engaging and I have no doubt that his success will continue to grow over the foreseeable future.

Mansel Davies - Proprietor - WhiteSpace ArtGallery

Testimonial

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I have known Alex for just a few years, but in that time I have seen a remarkable change within his personal dynamics.

Alex always had a deep interest in Art and Design however, this has been developed to the high standards he now maintans through motivation to succeed and driven by his ambition to study, understand and achieve.

In order to realize his dreams, he returned to his native homeland - Romania, often working more than twelve hours a day in order to achieve his goal. I am sure that Alex will succeed as he deserves no less.

Sandra Cutler - M.A., A.M.B.D.A., DIP.Sp. L.D., Cert. Literature Development.

The Artist's Statement

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In our mad rush to achieve all those insignificant, material standards that are imposed on us by modern society, we often find ourselves forgetting the meaning and true values of life itself, losing any true feelings or genuine wishes along the way!

Living in the same society, it is only through my works that I can set myself apart from all of that and display my bare soul...finding strength within the work itself!

So feel free to stop and wonder...to ignore and pass by, criticize or praise them...but if they do catch your eye, engage the emotions they stir in you.

These works are neither easy, nor pretty on the eye. They are purely snapshots of states of mind, thoughts and emotions from life, as it unfolds.

Limited Edition Giclée Prints

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Taken from the French verb 'gicler' meaning to spray or squirt, giclée is simply a fancy way of describing high-end ink jet printing, in order to distinguish it from the low-end technology some of us use in our offices. Ironically, the French don't much like the term, and on the Continent, you may come across prints made by 'digigraphie' - exactly the same process.

All of the prints are made with seven color archival pigment inks. These inks are nothing like the ones that you use in your home printer nor the ones used for mass-produced factory prints. They are expensive museum-quality pigments formulated specifically to work with the range of hand-finished papers such as the Lyson Standard Fine Art Paper which is a smooth surfaced Acid free WaterColor paper, warm white or cream in appearance (310gsm / up to 2880dpi) and fully compatible with dye and pigment based inks.
According to industry tests, under normal circumstances, they will last for generations; some pigments makers claim up to 80 years. Each of them comes with a certificate that has the printing company's mark of quality embossed into a metallic gold seal at the bottom of it.

Any prints ordered will be delivered through Salt of the Earth official website. For more detailed information on giclée prints or prints delivery, please visit the Salt of the Earth official website or contact:

Giclée Prints

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Just a few samples of the actual prints in their high-res format:

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The partial or total use of all works seen here is strictly prohibited without the expressed, written permission of the author.
Copyright Violations cost you more than the permission for legal use!

Work in Progress

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Alex is currently working on the last piece of the Confessions Cycle.

As well as contemplating on a new series of drawings inspired by angels and demons, with an emphasis on the consequences of their presence or the lack of it and their constant struggle to overcome each other.

If you are interested in knowing more, please feel free to email him.

Coming Soon...

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The lazy artist-boor is blacking
The genius's picture with his stuff,
Without any sense a-making
His low drawing above.

But alien paints, in stride of years,
Are falling down as a dust,
The genius's masterpiece appears
With former brilliance to us.

Like this, the darkly apparitions
Are leaving off my tortured heart,
And it again revives the visions
Of virgin days I left behind.

One step closer to her... is one step closer to nowhere - Detail

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The Soul's Corner Stone - Detail

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Once we were one - Detail

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The Navel - Detail

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The Past - Detail

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