His name is Codruț Gașpar, but his friends call him Cody. I remember I used to make fun of him because my female dog had the same name, since at first we taught she was male.
Leaving the joke aside, we were colleagues in Tonitza for four years. Initially we would skip classes together in an attempt to study less of the classes we didn’t need in an art school, such as math or to just generally get away from the mostly continuous drag coming from both colleagues and teachers. We became friends, we fought, we had our differences because at that age thrill-seeking was more important than anything.
He left his home in 12th grade thinking “fuck this shit, I’ll make it somehow!” Back then, the things he does today we’re only a dream blooming somewhere within his imagination. For a long time I thought that he won’t make it. I thought he will become another conformist obsessed by the attention of so called “intellectuals” who throw crap on the table as an excuse for their helplessness and frustrations.
Things took a radically different turn and I think that leaving home in his high school senior year opened wide his eyes. He did finish high school, he did get his BAC diploma, he traveled around the country working at various graphic design companies and then came back to Bucharest, initially living in a flat far, far away from the center with a hole in the ceiling.
Meanwhile, “Subiectiv în București” was born, a tiny Facebook page belonging to a youngster passionate about fashion photography, who didn’t quite find his “creative” place yet. I liked it, the jumps he took: culturally, educationally, creatively, personally and so on. I followed his work, because I wanted to write this article for a long time now, but I needed him to reach a certain point, to take a solid direction, artistically speaking.
Between philosophically-obscene-odd-and-gross conversations (because the humor we had in high school still stands strong) better and better photographs, a lot of creative texts between us, I finally decided that it’s time to surprise him with this. Meanwhile he moved into a cool flat as well, so I guess this also comes as a new home gift.
I don’t have a lot of things to say specifically about his work. There is place for better, but I feel it’s on the way, with every new photograph. This is more of a congratulating post, coming, maybe, with a little bit of more hope in humanity – I look into the past years and see how some of the people my age decided to cut the bullshit and got brave enough to do whatever the hell they want. Maybe our generation won’t do as much damage as expected, after all.
From a certain age I believe that no matter how much you wish to blame your environment or family, or society, or school or just people in general; it’s your responsibility alone to not become the things you hate. You are your own sculptor, you have your own tools. The fact that sometimes people or situations will break certain parts of you is one thing, they just leave more space for you to craft more elements. If you crumble, it means your sculpture wasn’t crafted well enough. If you don’t have the will to redo it, no one but yourself is left to be blamed.
With this, I want to mention another thing, Cody is not currently studying at any university. Some people can be educated through school/s while others do not let school/s to intervene with their education; both ways can breed disasters or great people. What makes the difference between the two is the courage to get things done and the responsibilities you are willing to take to get there. Some need guidance, some don’t, but meanwhile I want to express my respect for anyone who said: “I’m going my own way” and hasn’t given up yet (with or without school).
Cody, to you I only want to say this: motherfucker, this is my appreciation for your evolution as a creator and as a person. I’m expecting valuable things from you. If you lose yourself on the way I’ll slap it right back into you. It’s our time to do things for a better tomorrow (and this applies to our generation as well) don’t waste it.