Vladimir Paun Vrapciu

Writer Bebe Tantareanu about artist and architect Vladimir Paun Vrapciu:

What to say about the painter and architect Vladimir Paun Vrapciu… It is rather a euphemistic cliché by which you try to escape the rictus of a swearing. This man was born to be kicked. It's the perfect target. If friends, as many as he does, buy boxing bags, surely everyone would have them painted with Vladimir's face. It is the only way you can hit him, otherwise it is impossible. He is an unbeatable fighter who knows how to look at any shot; nothing touches him. It is a man who has only beliefs, speaks only in enuntiative sentences, the conditional ones do not exist in the spirit of his ideas.

Hence, from this wish of imposing its own truth, comes a robust originality based on conviction that he is always right. He is always willing to fight with everyone and everything to convince. Hence, a kind of perfectionism so exhausting for him as well as for friends, equally. He has to prove to be right, to win. If a man is condemned to succeed... he is the one. For him the failure does not exist. Doubt is impertinence, laziness or lack of ambition is a metaphysics that must be punished like Darius and the sea. It is the same thing as when you see a beautiful girl and say: "what did she eat when she was little?"; the same you ask after you know Vladimir, if he was playing like all the kids when he was young. For him all things are important, everything happens for a purpose. Every day is a negotiation with life, everything makes sense. Rather than linger, it is better to invent an enemy that soon turns into an image. Anything to keep his spirit awake. He has the insight of Vidoc, he feels the truth behind any phenomenon, and when it is mistaken, as in any norm, there is an exception, he would not recognize it, but prefer to extrapolate, leading the speech into a sophistication by which he creates his illusion of victory.

There is no life outside the struggle, there is no victorious struggle, there is no winner without a great creed, there is no greatness in random, there must be randomness in the life of a man. Here is a syllogism that everyone would think of a vicious circle apart from Vladimir. For him, work and generally involvement is a belief. His father wanted him to become a good builder, to carry on the family tradition. His mother wanted him to be an artist or a painter, to master her passion and artistry. He chose to be one and the other, the obstacles were invented to be defeated, he is binomial – painter and architect. I do not know if the architect is a nobleman of the constructor, but he is for sure builder and architect, because many of his architectural projects are produced with his own physical work in the Bauhaus style – what you design, you execute, thus you bringing art in architecture. If you want to annoy him, give him a suggestion, he does not want to hear, he finds arguments for everything, he is always right. In the absence of failure, you cannot blame him. Or you can. In fact, everything is improvable. (...)