Serge VASILENDIUC (b. 1972), Queen's Grapevine House, 2021/22

mixed media (acrylic, gilding), canvas, 60 x 40 cm, signed lower left: SV.

Born in 1972 in Bălți. Visual artist. He graduated with honors from the 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 Branch of the Association of Polish Artists and Designers (ZPAP), the Olomouc Association of Artists (ZAP), and the Cluj-Napoca Branch of the Romanian Artists’ Union (ZRAP). Recipient of numerous awards and distinctions in the field of visual arts. He exhibits in art galleries and museums, has held 25 solo exhibitions, and 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 USA, the UK, France, Poland, Germany, Israel, Italy, and Greece…

(…) Serge Vasilendiuc works with symbols and metaphors, and his paintings encapsulate the kind of reflection found in an icon. 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 international critics… [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 culture—but now these landscapes, warm even in the moonlight—well, they really captivated me… 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 serene landscapes with a hint of graphic convention, full, generally speaking, of harmony. But beneath this pleasant, gentle melody, a rhythm pulses. And it is this rhythm that shatters the frame. Without shattering it. That, precisely, is art. [Marek Sołtysik]