Contemporanul

Introducere, cronologie şi selecţia lucrărilor de Adrian-Silvan Ionescu. Ediţie bilingvă (română-engleză) Istoricul şi criticul de artă Adrian Silvan Ionescu adună în acest album o parte importantă din creaţia tatălui său, celebrul portretist SILVAN

Alfredo Casella: Enescu is delicate and sensitive, communicative too, like all Latins. Despite his spontaneous and amazingly rich inventiveness, his creation illustrates a process of will, which no artist can overlook. I have seen such a perfect accord between intention

Ballet dancer (b. 16 July 1957, Năsăud/Bistriţa). ChoreographyHigh School in Cluj-Napoca, graduation 1976, teacher Adrian Mureşan. Romanian Opera House in Cluj-Napoca (1976-1979). Soloist, ODBT* in Constanţa (1979-1988), Opera House in Gera and Opera House in Dresden-GDR

Ballerina (b. 11 April 1959, Reşiţa) Choreography High School in Cluj-Napoca, graduated in 1978; studied under Margareta Agavriloaie. Ballet Academy in Moscow (1976-1978), graduate with diploma, teacher Irina Kuznetsova. International Ballet Contest, Varna, 1983, 2nd stage.

I dedicate these lines to the one we, her friends and colleagues, as well as fans, used to call – and still do – Lully. That is, Ileana Iliescu. She belongs to that pleiad of prima ballerinas who built the fame of Romanian ballet, shining from the beginning of the 1960s:

Aida, March 17, 1920. I waited for it. With the justifiable, feverish impatience you feel before an ideal dream comes true!, wrote the Rampa magazine on March 18, 1920, hailing the opening of the first lyrical season. People liked the cheap, but very beautiful stage design,

On 20 November 1921 an enthusiastic letter written by the poet Cincinat Pavelescu is published in Rampa, a letter which we see fit to transcribe in full: Dear Mr. Editor in Chief, My life's absorbing activities of incessant work at the head of a newspaper without any

In an obituary published in the Tages Anzeiger of Zurich, Mario Gerteis draws a suggestive portrait of Celibidache in his youth. A nervous fiery ball, halfway between histrionics and insight, between passion and obsession. His dark locks hanging over his face in disorder,