The most decent and inconspicuous Romanian artist, Florin Mitroi, has left the most indecent and violent legacy. What should we do with it? Should we hide it, ignore it, downplay it as pathological? Should we burn it, perhaps?
This could be the prologue to a scandal rather than to a revelation. Yet, here is the most electrifying breakthrough over the past three decades of Romanian art.
Cărți,multe cărți.
