Viorela Mihăescu

Viorela Mihăescu’s paintings feel like postcards from a place you’ve never been but instantly recognize—the rocky cliffs of Dobrogea, the quiet tug of boats along the Danube. She paints the ordinary like it’s worth staring at: the cracked earth in *Râpă în Dobrogea*, the pencil lines of *Canal la Calica* that could be a map or a memory. You’ll find her in the corner of a gallery where the light hits the canvas just right, making you slow down for small things. Tap *Maluri* next—it’s the one that makes you wonder what’s just out of frame.