Tilted land, de Cosmin Bumbuț, Tudor Mavrodin

The long road from the city to the forest, from people to nothingness, the camera hanging on your neck like a burden, is nothing but a welcomed evasion. Road, evasion. What a cliché! Could be, but why shouldn’t we call a spade a spade? Just for the sake of originality? No. No need. Of course I am assuming, of course I know nothing about the circumstances in which those photographs were …