Tomis Market 1975

Editor: So, this is "Tomis Market," a 1975 oil painting by Octav Angheluta. It's a somewhat muted cityscape, dominated by these aged, textured buildings behind what seems to be a weathered fence. What do you see in it? Curator: Well, my first impulse is pure sensation – I want to *feel* those thick layers of oil paint, you know? It's so tactile! But beyond that, it evokes this very particular sense of place and time. Think about it: it's 1975. The ghost of Impressionism still lingers, but modernism has certainly crashed the party, right? Editor: Definitely! The scene itself seems almost… hidden. Like we’re peeking into a secret corner of the city. Curator: Exactly! And hidden maybe from a *dream*. Those colours are so interesting–a symphony of subtle grays and earthy reds and umbers, not quite joyful, not quite mournful... almost *reminiscent*. He doesn't idealize, and yet it's not gritty realism, either. I wonder if this was the Romania Angheluta *remembered*, or the one he longed to re-paint? Editor: Hmm, that makes me think about how the fence acts as a barrier. Maybe not just physical, but temporal? Separating the viewer from that past? Curator: A temporal veil, I like that. Fences aren't just about keeping people *out*; they can keep memories *in*. Does the composition reinforce this sense of confinement or privacy, do you think? Editor: I think it does. There’s no clear vanishing point, our eye just kind of stops at those buildings. The buildings loom–looming is maybe a strong word!–but it really centers the past as the present, like Angheluta froze that moment in time. Curator: Precisely! And freezing, by its very nature, distorts, preserves. Maybe the distortions *are* the key here? Beautiful. Well, I’ll never look at a cityscape the same way again! Thanks. Editor: Me neither! Thanks for all your insights! It was really interesting thinking about this painting through the lens of time and memory.