After a quick browse through Andreea Chiru‘s photographs I remembered the reason why I’m so obsessed with slow motion and images that give me that little state of high. The Romanian artist light-mindedly succeeds to bring together the innocence of human body, it’s millenial praise and the idea of perpetual movement. No matter if its smoke, or rain or dust. Or pillows ripped to pieces. Almost every artwork it’s a proof that photographs are nothing else but cute little prisons that capture the spirits of the subject, somewhere deep inside them. Like some .gif-s that don’t actually move.
Andreea Chiru’s psychological background sets an important influence over her art. Her models indicate clear states of mind or feelings, like gloom or bliss, or everything in between. I’m not the first one saying that, but Andreea’s photography could be easily used with therapeutic purpose.