Viorela Mihăescu

Viorela Mihăescu’s paintings feel like postcards from a place you’ve never been but instantly recognize, the rocky cliffs of Dobrogea, the quiet tug of boats along the Danube. She paints the ordinary like it’s worth staring at: the cracked earth in Râpă în Dobrogea, the pencil lines of Canal la Calica that could be a map or a memory. You’ll find her in the corner of a gallery where the light hits the canvas just right, making you slow down for small things. Tap Maluri next, it’s the one that makes you wonder what’s just out of frame.