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Ana with grandma' in a village next to Targu Jiu , where my father was born

 

My father Constantin Oproiu (1933-2008), veterinarian doctor; he worked for The Minister of the Agriculture all his life as an inspector. He was between the members of the team that went to Holland to bring to the Commie country the 'Holstein' cattle as breed. I think this is his best achievement that I'm aware of...

 

My father, Constantine, in Holland.

My mother, Valeria Serban-Oproiu (the third person from the left ), in the 50s

My mother, 'Mama Valy', in the 60s, before me and my sister were born. Here, in Herastrau Park in Bucharest

Mama Valy at the Diplomatic Corps's Clinic as a chief nurse. Here with a black patient from an Embassy.

This is the most painful photo for me. At 77 my mother was diagnosed with Alzheimer(?!). This thing is very unlikely, to have this disease I mean, because she was a poet while she was a medical nurse...In my opinion, if you ask me, the doctors of a Particular Geronto Clinic put a wrong diagnosis on her and treated her like she had this illness she couldn't possible had. Now I'm visiting her at the Clinic. She is 78s, but she cannot recognize me. All happened in one single month! Last month she was OK, & now...This is as painful as can be, as my mother failed in this so called Geronto Clinic, one month after my father Constantine died. So I was left without my parents at the same time. I cannot describe this. 

UPDATE, 2016: After my mother death in December 2014 I was so devastated.  I couldn't prove that she was a victim that suffered a terrible Malpractice over the 6 years she stayed there. But my prayers were listened somehow. In 2015, a scandal fallowed related to bad treatments applied to an ex football hero who stayed there for a while. His daughter went to trial for this & strongly accused the Clinic for being responsible of her father's death. Oh, I feel relieved...

 Ana Oproiu (down) with Carla, and Mary in the Architecture High school in 1992.

 

 

Ana Oproiu as a very, very, young woman in 1983.

 

Ana Oproiu, here in my seventeen, full of life, joy, and expectations...

Ana Oproiu (top), with Marius and my sister Cristiana.

 

Myself at 17 on the street I live ; I'm still living on this street, but it is different... 

 

 

When I was nineteen, I was full of life & joy. Nevertheless, I had a peculiar sense of awareness or fear, you name it...It is in my eyes, here. I was also beginning my love life with Sorin, a true love story. But we broke up.

 

After braking up with Sorin, a hard working period was to come in a Communist Factory as an artistic Drawer at the Design Department. Imagine that: I was nineteen and I was working from 6.30 am in the morning to a quarter to 3.00 pm in the afternoon...God...And on the Saturdays, and on the Sundays very often...This was good training for me professionally but totally exhausting. My father, had a strong authority in our lives, except in our love lives; he had never asked me which was my salary...I suppose he was keep seeing me waking up before he was waking up, going daily to the Factory...He just couldn't  ask me about money, I assume, and he had never asked...

But the hard work at the factory was doubled by preparation for the Academy of Art, visiting Mr. Radu Aftenie at his studio of sculpture, with other young drawers...

 Here I am with a friend at his sculpture Studio, in 1987

Now, as a student, here I was with Gabi Comoli and with my new long time friend during the studies at the Academy, Ilie Krasovschi. This was in 1992, at Artist Ion Bitzan's class of Design, where I spent three years. Then I added another three years at the Graphic class, the Nicolae Alexi's class.

During my Studies, at a Mountain Resort, with colleagues

With Gaby and  Ilie at a mountain resort, with my father's jacket...

In September 1995, after I finished my Diploma at Fine Arts, I went for teaching. You know, when I was very little, my grandma that you can see at the top of the page used to say: ' I'm gonna make Ana a teacher, when she will grow up...' Time passed, my grandma passed away, and I was still in confusion with my life. Although talented and drawing all day long with my sister, I curiously wanted to become an actress...After I went to high school this dream vanished by itself. I once was chosen for the dancing team. All was perfect until the curtain came up. I was so anxious that I forgot all that I had to do. But...somehow this dream was not that absurd? I was an actress after all. An extra, to be more exact. For some reasons I went for a casting for Costa-Gravras's Amen, & here I was on the set...& then there were other requests! Splendid memories! I think this was the best thing that ever happened in my life! To be on the set all dressed up in cloth of the 40s! Super! 

Here in this photo, I' am at school nr. 183 in Bucharest, with the rest of the teachers of the gymnasium (The first from the right, in the violet blouse). I'm looking at myself and I'm thinking: 'How indecent I was...Look! I'm all messed up...!' I'm just joking...A bitter joke, as I end up my seven years of teaching (having achievements such as helping kids to get to Art high school for free; 6 of them had finished The Art high school already ) with a curios gossip that I was too good looking for the kids...Do not laugh yet, because now I am not teaching anywhere. Although nothing is written anywhere in papers & there is no accusation, I am not teaching any longer...

Whatever again. My desperate ask for my justice...

 


In 2oo4  with my first love since 17. He was turning back from England.

 With Sorin

This is a photo in my 40s, at the beginning of  2008. My father had died, my mother is going to,

and no teaching...

Plus, Michael Jackson, my favorite Pop singer died too. The world looks different without him...

But let us to be positive. If only for a moment... Ana Oproiu in a Frida Cahlo look alike photo.

Ana Oproiu, some evening, in my empty house that belonged to my parents.

...And just for the sake of it, my favorite painter of all time is, Surprise!, a Romanian one, I'm saying it with all my heart: Nicolae Grigorescu.

Bordei In Padure , by Nicolae Grigorescu

 

'Student drawing', colored pencil by Ana Oproiu, 1994.