Review by Dr. Constantin HOSTIUC, translated by me.
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Gifted with childhood candor and guarded by the
lofty skill of goldsmithing, Dan Botezan crafts an art that
radiates the glorious brilliance of jewels around it.
Sometimes exuding a fresh glamour, like the most precious
and recent appearance in public of a “star” from some
fashion house, at other times scattering around the
metaphorical dust of lost jewels, which, behold,
through some miraculous work of hands and grace,
are found, rediscovered, reborn.
The jewel-decor is an object created specifically to be seen
— but not in the way an optical recording would be
defined: rarely centered, concrete, demonstrative.
Rather, it’s seen as a vision, a seed-like vision, causing
numerous other realities in statu nascendi to germinate
around it, gravitating around the primary “fire.”
Jewelry objects, therefore, belong to the superior category
of decoration those that “sanctify,” “mark,” and, by doing
so, completely change the status of the attached object.
From now on, it accredits itself, existing as new realities
that carry the seductive aura that entices you to want to
discover kernels, numina, and essences.
Behind the apparent decor, there is always a primary
substance-secreting diamonds.
Objects that, by this, admit not to address eminently
the visual.
Because, technically speaking, in Dan Botezan’s work,
jewelry is almost always the guest of a framework that
once again centers the view already oriented by the
brightness of metal and glass.
A frame within which the components dialogue, whether
following the artist’s will or through the acceptance and
integration of good accidents, pre-existing fits.
Imaginatively, we can see the shell that shelters the pearl,
the symbiosis that carries the symbol of communion.
Spiritually, it’s about transformation through the game of
collaboration with the mysteries of matter: raw existence,
where the artist has sensed the living light, is constrained
by this material contrast to somehow retract
towards itself, settling into a well-established level of an
ever-moving reality.
It’s a heartbeat that calls you, inviting you to observe more
closely the new world generated by the (un)suspected
series of incremental labors.
The world of “extinguished streetlights” by Dan Botezan is
a world full of jewels that occasionally ignite their inner
lights, a world with many eyes, frightening like a Cerberus
and proud like a peacock.
It’s a secret in plain sight, a verse you see, read, and can
never fully grasp.
It’s the password, the key, the cipher that can open the
gate to new knowledge.
Much appreciation to Dr. Constantin HOSTIUC, the reviewer for the text. Many thanks to Mark Perpits for the technical support.
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