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“The artist's job is not to succumb to despair but to find an antidote for the emptiness of existence.”
Woody Allen, Midnight in Paris taken in Bucharest by @irismariat

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5 years ago

Thank you so much to Elliott Gallery @elliott.gallery for featuring my exhibition Speak to Me in Silence. I’ve added the link in my bio. ❣️
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Bucharest welcomes the exhibition Speak to Me in Silence by Maria Iris Tusa that invites the viewer into a sheltered space, protected from external noise and oriented toward deep self-reflection.

The exhibition encourages an engagement with personal thoughts, feelings, and motivations through a quiet and introspective visual approach.

The series explores several tensions, including the longing for the safety of childhood and the inevitable transition into adulthood, as well as fragility and resilience, dreaming and reality, and life and death. The female figures depicted are not presented as individual portraits but as different versions of a single identity, suggesting multiple possibilities of the self.

Recurring elements such as white dresses carry symbolic weight, simultaneously evoking innocence, openness, and vulnerability while illuminating the pictorial space. The presence of a veil in certain photographs suggested both a bride and an idealised femininity not yet fully realised. Subtle indications of fragility and lifelessness introduced reflections on mortality and the passage of time, guiding viewers through a visual trajectory from beginning to end.

Set within rural landscapes, the images juxtapose flowers with sun-scorched fields. These contrasts between growth and decay, as well as delicacy and toughness, contributed to a representation of the self shaped by resilience. The relationship between the human figure and the surrounding environment emphasised an ongoing tension between inner identity and external conditions.

Working in black and white, Iris simplifies visual interpretation, allowing the interplay of light and shadow to generate a wide range of grey tones. This approach fosters subtle introspection and creates conditions for a more direct emotional connection with the images.

Speak to Me in Silence presents a cohesive exploration of introspection, identity, and transformation through a restrained and symbolically layered photographic language. taken in Galeria Calea Victoriei 91-93 by @irismariat

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7 months ago

Thresholds exhibition prints available for sale now.
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DM for price enquires.❤️
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🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍 by @irismariat

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2 years ago

Uneori frumusetea este doar in felul in care lumina imbratiseaza lucrurile inainte sa dispara. Chiar si cele mai zgomotoase culori invata intr-un tarziu sa taca. La fel ca amintirile care se descompun lasand in urma un ecran alb. 🤍 taken in Bucharest, Romania by @irismariat

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4 days ago

The tenderness of ordinary things taken in Bucharest, Romania by @irismariat

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5 days ago

I have been thinking of white lately. White as a threshold between body and memory, innocence and mourning, visibility and disappearance. White is not emptiness but a fragile substance through which memory flickers and it fades and returns. This settles over childhood like light or fabric, like something both tender but impossible to hold in place. I am drawn to the way white can contain opposite things at once, and all there is. White means purity and desolation, it means rebirth and death and it is softness and erasure. A white dress, a flower, a blurred field, a face dissolving into brightness…each becomes part of a world that feels both intimate and unreal. These fragments of something bigger move through that uncertain space where tenderness carries the trace of loss. Childhood appears here almost spectrally, returning only in fragments as gesture or a body half-kept by light. White remains as both beginning and aftermath… it holds what disappears without ever fully letting it go. by @irismariat

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10 days ago

In a timeless space, the present stretches until it no longer feels real by @irismariat

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11 days ago

A geography of becoming by @irismariat

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15 days ago

Fotografia mea preferată de toamnă
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Pentru amestecul acesta de culori cel mai probabil. Aceste culori complementare și pentru căldura și viața portocaliului și pentru liniștea aproape nepământeană a turcoazului. Turcoazul apei și portocaliul solzilor de koi. Peștii aceia care în vechile povești înoată împotriva curentului până trec Poarta Dragonului și devin dragoni. Măreți, înțelepți și atotputernici. Poate de aici mi se amestecă în minte cu marea, cu sirenele frumoase și fioroase deopotrivă și cu toate visele mele recurente despre apă. Este același tărâm oniric în care lucrurile își schimbă forma și nimic nu este chiar ceea ce pare.

Portocaliul unui soare târziu de toamnă. Al unei caise puțin prea coapte și al lucrurilor care devin, pentru o clipă, și mai frumoase chiar înainte să se stingă. Și pereții aceștia scorojiti și bătrâni, cocoșați de ani, cu povești și straturi de timp sub fiecare urmă de vopsea. Albastrul acela aproape divin. Turcoazul ireal care pentru mine a fost întotdeauna culoarea apei, dar și culoarea altor lumi.

Iar ușa verde din mijloc pare exact asta: o ușă către altundeva. Un altundeva secret și protejat. Și fata stă între cele două lumi aproape ca o mică zeitate. O nimfă. Poate chiar dragonul din poveste. Păzind trecerea sau pregătindu-se să o străbată și să intre în marea turcoaz, să treacă prin ușa verde și să dispară, pentru totdeauna, de partea cealaltă. by @irismariat

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16 days ago

“I can’t wait to see this dream in which I’ll be a child again… because everything will still be ahead, everything will be possible.” - The Mirror (1975) taken in Dobrogea by @irismariat

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17 days ago

Nu tot ce doare trebuie strigat. Unele lucruri se așază în tăcere în camere vechi cu lumină slabă şi acea muzică pe care doar noi o putem auzi.…și toate poveștile pe care ni le spunem ca să putem merge mai departe. by @irismariat

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21 days ago

Ieri am văzut The Spirit of the Beehive și m-a atins foarte tare. Mi-a rămas în minte într-un fel greu de explicat, ca o stare mai mult decât ca un film. Și cred că de asta m-am gândit apoi la fotografiile mele….La copiii pe care îi fotografiez, la casele acelea, la lumina, la tăcerile și la ciudățenia frumoasă care apare uneori fără să o cauți. Mi se pare că lumea pe care o fotografiez eu are, pe alocuri, o frântură din lumea filmului acesta.
Nu neapărat ceva ce poate fi explicat clar, ci mai degrabă o atmosferă …ceva fragil și misterios, puțin melancolic, ceva care ține de copilărie și de felul în care vedeam lucrurile atunci. Poate de asta mă întorc mereu fără să-mi dau seama spre imagini ca astea. Pentru că în ele simt ceva foarte vechi și foarte viu în același timp. Ca o amintire pe care n-am uitat-o de tot…🖤 by @irismariat

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