The Violonist 1982

Constantin Piliuta made this painting of a violinist, we don't know when, with oil on canvas. What strikes me first is the color, this simple, direct way of applying it. It's all about process, isn't it? Like the painting is breathing. The surface has this beautiful matte quality, like it's soaked into the canvas. And that blue table! It's not just a table, it’s a stage, a mood. Look at how the paint is applied, not fussy, just laid down with confidence. The black form of the violin becomes an echo of the figure's somber mood, a silent companion in a quiet moment. There's a shared sense of waiting, of stillness. Piliuta's work reminds me a bit of Giorgio Morandi, that same feeling of quiet contemplation and how the every day can have a certain poetry. It makes you think about how we can see art not as something fixed, but as an opening into possibilities.