November 21 2004, I stroll through the gallery, at midnight, taking a look at the paintings exhibited by the group called „NOIMA”.(Ciprian Bodea, Dan Gherman, Sorin Neamţu, Andrei Rosetti, Sorin Scurtulescu, Sorin Oncu)
I looked through the window. The other way round. From outside towards inside. The world was opening. No one opposed anyone. Everything was included. The eye was the only exclusive organ, watching the space with limited interest. And the space had no limits. It was like at the very beginning. A garden as big as the world.
There was a stillness in this world, which became continuous. In its stillness, beyond its ending, its constant heartbeat announced life: the flowers, the field, the trees, the grass, and the cactus in the pot.
I didn’t see the master. I told myself he must be taking a nap. I could feel him breathing, he was an embedded presence. One can’t see him with bare eyes. One must be well trained to sight him.
I kept looking from outside towards inside. I heard steps, voices. I stood up on my tiptoes to get a better view of the world. It was a world in itself, perpetual, alive. It was moving in silence, suggesting immobility. Looking through the window, I recognized the beginning. All over the place, there was a beginning. ...it did me a power of good, I braced myself, and, in the morning, after a beautiful and serene night, after a good sleep, I prepared my coffee with more enthusiasm than usual and drank it with joy.
This, I told myself, must mean something, after all!
The master from the painting whispered, like a prompter: this is the beginning!