Ladies and Gentlemen, as I have already told you, I don't want to be assimilated by any nation or cultural community: I want to fertilize. I haven't said "I" want to fertilize, just that I want to through the Art of Transformation of the First Principle from which the three distinct eternities come from: Existence - Form and Overjoy. 

I make art as if I made love for the first time with the last Daughter of love who has lost her "organ of creation", and now its travelling from the heaven of heart to the heaven of nobody and from the hell of humbleness to the hell of hopelessness. And its extatic explosion I feel clearly as my Bright  Intelligence is wrung out and pumped in the most mysterious "erotic installation" of all times: the devil's fiancee .

"From now on I won't listen to my heart and to this "erotic installation", because this is the instrument which measures my time of destruction" - said the cameleon  which has the color of a cameleon only when it's standing on another cameleon.

If blood is the seat of soul,then my soul is good, alive only if it represents a process of reincarnation or reintegration of some superior entities separated from the bodies from the time of the descending of the soul in "borning" bodies.

That is why I think that my cell, as my soul regenerates only if my heart pumps "fresh blood", the liver filters the "spoiled blood" and the stomach gets…Gets what? If my bicameral brain cannot command "left" to the "right" and viceversa, then the whole "erotic installation" will blow up, and Master Stomach will get again proletarian dictatorship. God forbid!  Because this tribe of europenized barbarians has broken up, the empire has fallen and the dried tree of communist ideologies is uprooted. In the basement of postmodernism there is only mildew, with a market - economy on its surface, or if you wish, one of transition, and over the ocean of  "eteraerfocapa", which is nothing else but the "celestial" Internet.

 I see the whole Europe struggles as an illusion between a fantomatic past and another fantasist past. No meeting among lands, no chosen nation, no system can resist to it. Everywhere are only burglars, saints, murderers, crepuscular Internetists and trators which preech nihilist doctrine, revolt and the abolition of mankind.

 The democracy we support today isn't interested in art. Art is a "common good" only  if artists are party-members which tear us apart and believe in ideologies which make us dizzy. Art is good only after the state buys it and legalizes it like a "luxurious prostitute" for its own fun and to try other dogmas and doctrines more and more dangerous. 

 If this is the way of things, then we shouldn't be surprised why the whole "modern art" has an infernal character why does it come from evil and why is it related to black magic. All these troubled and degenerated artists which started this modern art filled the world with all kinds of carrions and obscenities. And calling them today "exhibition - installations" they started with them a whimsical tour, showing the world the hell of hopelessness.  It is a completely wrong way in arts. And if we don't succeed in cleaning "modern art" as fast as possible, no cultural community will survive these Modern  Times which swallow in their sphere of power all the nations of the world. 

 The evolution of art is similar with the official recognition of the cultural community of each nation and of the artist's status.  This is only the starting point when we take about the new reorganization of the cultural communities or about the United States of Europe. The fight between the great artists creates the axis, style, systems, ideologies and last but not least the sense of the epoch in which we live together dead and alive. It is very important for all these artists to remember that we all evoluate on the same axis. And this means a very powerful bond. Only together we are a great force. "Culture is the power of people" said M. Eminescu. And our power stands in the love of people for art. 

 Nothing should tear apart artists, be they angels or demons besides the critics which are in fact bad artists. Usually these critics don't work today neither for God nor for Devil, but we could say that they always try to interfere in these two worlds still unknown to them, but they don't succeed because they are in lack of a bond.

There are some very good critics, too who know only how to breath  the angel or demon of art. And from this disease they start breathing artificially in the beginning and then they end up writing after dictation. Namely they write with the "left wing" when they are in lack of clean air and with the "right wing" when they are cut off from mouth to mouth breathing. But it's good they write even if they do it in this way. Because artists make critics and critics make artists. But not in case if they exchange services.

It's known that the great artists are creators of systems. But if they talk about the crisis of the system does not mean that there is a crisis of art or artists. The artists are the crisis. As R.M.Rilke said: "the crisis called life has won". As the great poet said, I can only say: art called life will win. As always, anywhere, anytime.

In art as in everyday life a bad choice can be fatal. Paradoxally, the most artists of the XX-th century have chosen to live for modern art and have failed the great family of sacred.

Asfar as I'm concerned, I've chosen neither life, considering it too short, nor art, considering it too long, but She the Art of Transformation has chosen me as I am: romantic, late, wanderer and unhappy stranger. She the Art of Transformation has picked me to be sacrificed on the altar of life in the "fire of the gods" Ship of the Soul which in place of a mast has three columns: Column Prisoners of divine nothing, Column of Dreamsun and Column Angels of Melancoly.

Let this Ship of artists without frontier navigate  in the infinite hope of a world where dream, love, freedom and respect for divine world lead us all!

God bless all artists and us twice: once through an extatic union of the art's soul and The Soul of the New World! Second time through the seed of Bright Intelligence which is Good angel, namely the Daughter of love!

Ave Maria, gratie plena !

Ciao signora, signorina, signore, io sono prigionero del nulla divino e morte di bacio!

Arte e amore mio!

 sculptor Constantin Milea Sandu