Does anyone have the magic blue pill? – I remember the ghost voices shouting this question in the open space of my former office as if one’s life unconditionally depended on it. Shiny, beautifully shaped, and ready to relieve your pain - the magic pill was efficiently soothing heavy headaches and the majority of us were equipped with it. if you used up yours, there was always somebody else next by, who could support you in need. I’ve always been fascinated by the magic pills:

Once upon a time and still today… I am often mocked for not keeping up with technology and smart gadgets. Friends and family insisted for quite a long time that I changed my phone. It was indeed obsolete, big and had no touch screen while nearly everyone around had it. It’s worth noting that it was totally functional. As a personal statement and to show how much I care, I “built” my wooden phone. Infinite storage space and wi-fi connection, unlimited credit and magic apps to

Hiya, Barbie Hi, Ken You want to go for a ride? Sure, Ken Jump in Life in plastic, it’s fantastic - do you remember this famous line of possibly one of the most artistically challenging songs of the 90’? The text referred sarcastically to various aspects of our life, but if I honestly think of my days back then as a child - life in plastic was indeed fantastic. I store beautiful memories of plastic objects creating my everyday reality. Like this huge 2,5-liter plastic jui

Once upon a time... I broke Vlad’s favourite coffee cup. He got very upset. I didn’t know how to cheer him up. “Look how beautifully it broke…” - it didn’t really help. He refused to throw away what was left of it. I couldn’t find a similar one. Looking at the broken pieces, I started to imagine ways of giving them a new life. “Beautifully useless” - I heard when my #microart was ready. Vlad laughed and finally got over it. Ever since that day, we don’t break cups, plates, or

- Have you noticed that we are literally surrounded by cardboard?! - Beg your pardon? - Yes, plenty of boxes from online shopping, all sorts of everyday packaging of cheese, frozen pizza, medicines, toilette paper and kitchen towels inner rolls, shoes, soaps, creams, washing powder… All of that to Nicu’s delight! My cat never misses a chance to jump in a box, hide and scratch every piece of cardboard he sees. If there was a heaven for indoor cats, it would be a never-ending l

Romanian soul spread between Zurich and Berlin. A spirit who needs to set creativity free to thrive emotionally. Writing is her favourite way of self-expression, but when words fail, she tries to use her hands and transform small things around into tiny bites of life and meaning. Call it therapy, call it art, call it whatever-you-feel-like. It's just a way of being. Meet Oana Dumbrava, with whom ART NOW! embarked on a fascinating journey into the world of #microart. ART NOW!:

Once upon a time... 🔥 I found Nicu the cat in the streets of Bucharest 8 years ago. He was so tiny, dirty and weak that I took him home. I washed him and fed him. He was eating like a wolf and, to my surprise, he was not reacting react to any sound or call, not even to the click of the food can – a click that pets usually react to with uncontrollable joy. The vet confirmed that Nicu had a hearing disorder and that made him even more special. He quickly became part of the fam

Meeting Oana was one of the unexpected seeds planted during the first Arts and Climate Action Circle. Just a couple of minutes of conversation was like opening a box of chocolates - full of forms, tastes and ideas 🍫. Can you show me one photo of what you do, Oana? - this was a breakthrough moment for us. We hopped on the same bus. A few funny weeks of background thinking, making sketches and joking on e-mails resulted in a concept with a mission, which contained one intrigui