Serge VASILENDIUC (b. 1972), *Arbores Æstate*, 2022

mixed media (fluorescent, metallic, and acrylic paints), canvas, 70 x 50 cm, signed lower right: SV. (linked monogram enclosed in a rhombus)

Born in 1972 in Bălți. Visual artist. He graduated with honors from the State School of Fine Arts in Chișinău and the Academy of Fine Arts in Iași. Ph.D. from the Institute of Art at the University of Agriculture in Kraków. Member of the Kraków District Branch of the Association of Polish Fine Artists (ZPAP), the Olomouc Association of Artists (ZAP), and the Cluj-Napoca District Branch of the Romanian Artists’ Association (ZRAP). Recipient of numerous awards and honors in the field of visual arts. He exhibits in art galleries and museums, has held 25 solo exhibitions, and has participated in over 100 group exhibitions in Poland and abroad. The artist’s works are held in state and public collections in Poland, the Czech Republic, Romania, and Hungary, as well as in numerous private collections in the U.S., the United Kingdom, France, Poland, Germany, Israel, Italy, and Greece…

(…) Serge Vasilendiuc works with symbols and metaphors, and his paintings encapsulate the kind of reflection found in icons. The color palette, refined in its restraint, harmonizes with the discipline of the composition. The philosophical and meditative nature of this painting is also highlighted by critics worldwide… [Jolanta Antecka]

(…) Order and emotion. At the ZPAP “Pryzmat” gallery, I paused, captivated by the powerful aura emanating from dozens of canvases. I stepped into this extraordinary reality. I’m sure I’d seen a painting by Serge Vasilendiuc before; I’d noticed his high artistic refinement—but now these landscapes, warm even in the moonlight—well, they really swept me off my feet… Serge Vasilendiuc brings suitcases full of the Southern painting tradition into his work, stacking them from the basement to the rafters, and without fear of being accused of fraternizing with the post-Cubists, he paints tranquil landscapes with a hint of graphic conventionality, full, on the whole, of harmony. But beneath this pleasant, gentle melody, a rhythm pulses. And it is this rhythm that shatters the frame—without actually shattering it. That, precisely, is art. [Marek Sołtysik]