• It was a long shivering spring day, with lots of snow. I prepared a small anvil in front of my house, eleven bricks, some pliers, two hammers and two tiles from a disused stove. I received the anvil as a gift. I could barely fall asleep in the night before my departure. While waiting, I tried to think of all possible ways in which a Japanese furnace could be built. I never built a functional one before because I didn't have the necessary tools nor sufficient materials. I was just 17 and I was wondering if I could ever build one. I was wondering if I could ever forge iron to the shape of my will and if the iron would listen to me.
  • Bio One
  • Bio Two
  • I was in high school and all notebooks had annotations and drawings about furnaces, fume hoods, tools and various other machines on their edges … I was lucky I was studying in a Fine Arts school. I met my mentor, Tiberiu Baciu, in the same school, just a few years before. He was our modeling teacher for a year, but it was enough to inspire me to pursue a long forgotten, and perhaps childish, dream: to forge metal. He said „ ... there is no <<impossible>> there is only <<we should try>>“. I started alone, carrying everyday a backpack full of borrowed tools. With these I drew holes in the walls of an abandoned CAP (communist factory), some 20 km away from home. I built, by hand, the machines required for my work. I clearly remember the weight of the backpack from which sprang cloth drills and cables while I was on my way to the workshop. I don't know what drove me towards forging, some kind of search … It ended a few months later, when, helped by my girlfriend Teodora and my desk mate, Beni, I heated an oven for the first time. I'm working with Beni ever since.
  • At first I was disappointed: the hammer bounced in all directions, my hands were aching and felt clearly that they were not made for forging. It was not as I imagined. It was far from ideal and there was nothing beautiful in fatigue and disappointment. Then I found a book by a master blacksmith, dr. Jim Hristoulas and things became slowly clearer. I hardened my hands and the workshop started to take shape, just like my creations. Later, I realized that at the time I started I wasn't doing anything wrong, I just needed to get used to the work; from sparks, embers and ash the unyielding iron became more plastic and expressive.
  • „...there is no
    there is only
    we should try
  • Bio Three
  • When I was a child I helped my grandfather who was a cooper. He worked slowly with wood. While he fixed some dowels at a barrel, I looked for new things to work with. I had a lot of energy. Most of the times I improvised small airplanes out of scrap wood pieces and nails and let them sail along the Somes river. My grandfather gave me a small hammer and a drawer at his workbench. He loved me very much and no matter what I did, I could not upset him. He did much with little, he spoke wisely and made no mistakes in his work. He was very dear to me and if he had lived longer, perhaps I could have understood more of the secrets of his work.
  • I studied at the University of Arts in Cluj, the Glass-Metal specialization. I tried to combine the flow of glass with the forging techniques. I used for both fire as a transformation medium. During college, I made a hobby from repairing analog clocks and watchmaking. I did this out of passion for restoring old objects. I found a story and a wisdom in every little old thing, which today seems to elude us.
    As such, I don't believe in coincidence or failure. I put something from everything I learned in all my creations, even if this thing is not clear to the naked eye from the beginning. Everything is leaving a mark: humans, experiences, failures and satisfaction alike.
    In conclusion, I want to thank all those who contributed to my workshop and my visions.
  • Bio Four