Mine is a song of sorrow,
Mine is a tale that borrows,
From things that I’ll never be,
From sights that I’ll never see,
These tears that dropped tenderly,
So… tenderly…
For who would know, would care, would heal,
Underneath my shield,
The wound I hid,
The pain I seed,
Deep in my heart…
Deep in my heart…
Deep in my heart…
In a time overwhelmed by images and fascinated by imagery, the photography - unfairly considered by some a Cinderella of the arts – has acquired in the last decades a privileged status. It makes me very happy to see that the craft discovered by Daguerre has also reached its highest level in the work of Romanian artist. The photographic essay originates in a work of true professional, which implies a veritable cult of the image and , moreover , a perpetual curiosity doubled by a flawless technique. Such are the works of the young artist Petru Bogdan – photographs created in a sober and totally innovative way, distilled from literary sources only to him known, and of which he speaks so little.
Perhaps it is no accident that he became familiar with stage and film directing. He portrays his favorite themes through a subtle and utterly fascinating mice and scene, whether it is an ethereal body of a young woman, or clouds, waves and rocks, caught in both their cosmic passage and stillness. The photographic image created by Petru Bogdan, in a color in black and white, becomes almost every time journey into a mystery, which belongs, all at the same time, to the sky and to the earth, to the people and to the entire nature, abruptly fractured or graciously enveloping us.
Razvan Theodorescu
