Adrian Berinde

Born 4 may, 1958 at Oradea. Died 16 january, 2019 at Brașov. I was born on the border between carols and cherries, 5 years after Stalin's death. This thing didn't bother me, because it was a sunny Sunday in Oradea at the beginning of May. What's more, I was the first of three boys my family considered appropriate to take on this journey through life. They sent me to school, but I didn't like it because I was bored. And I kept thinking about how to escape: from school, from home, from the country. Eventually I did Fine Arts in Cluj and I ran away. Ceausescu was alive. I stopped in Switzerland, I knew French well, so I set up my headquarters in Moudon for about 20 years. In Switzerland, everything is aligned with the ball, the people, the rules, the houses, the landscape, everything. And among the perfectly organized Swiss, what could I do, not being good at cows or watches ?! I did what I knew best. I painted. A year after the accommodation, I had my first solo exhibition at a gallery in central Lausanne. In 3 weeks everything was sold and I earned more money than I could have imagined at that time. That's how I understood that I didn't hit the fence, on the contrary, I'm on the right track. I lived with, for and from painting a good piece of life, for more than 20 years. And I liked it. Almost every year I had a personal exhibition in Lausanne, Estavayer-le Lac or Avry Friborg. Two years later, I exhibited for Amnesty International in Payerne, Paris. At an exhibition-competition in Vevey, where there were plastic artists from several countries, they gave me the First Prize. I participate in international group exhibitions, I don't even remember how many. I was eating painting on bread. The French Cultural Center George Pompidou also issued me a postcard a year before the coup in Romania. I was just growing up. But one day, I realized that I couldn't feel like painting anymore, I was kind of tired. So I twisted my head, picked up a pencil and started writing. Poetry came out. Music also came out and 5 years after Iliescu's first smile, Absent came out, my first music album, which I recorded in the studio I had built in the meantime in Cluj-Napoca, the Taurus Studio. That's how I started with music… And if I kept doing it, I had to do it like everyone else, right? The following year, we released our second CD, Black Smoke, followed by Vertical, Captive in Useless, Blues After the Rains and Finally Today, Asylum. I sang on the big and small stages, in the club, in the open air, at festivals, in television concerts for almost a year, at the beginning of this century, I sang in Cirque du Soleil in Canada, in the show Varekai. I came back and my music was heard on the radio, on the television, in the homes of people with an open mind to the world I imagine. My friends told me that beautiful boys are also made to my music I can only take his word for it, because in the meantime I had something else to do: I did some radio shows, I released a volume of lyrics - Captive in useless, I directed a play based on a short story by Chekhov - Salon 6 and a video, I led the Prometheus Club for a few years, I did my first painting exhibition in the country at the invitation of the UN Delegation in Romania, I also managed some cultural events, advertising campaigns, galas. If you want to see the world through my eyes, walk around here and we'll talk later.