Vladimir Șulschi

Vladimir Șulschi kept his sketchbook in his back pocket like a Swiss Army knife—always ready to jot down something seen from a moving train or a factory fence. He turned the smokestacks and crane arms of Tulcea’s dockyards into delicate ink lines and clay forms that look almost weightless. His drawings of the Danube’s waterfront glow like blueprints you’d keep in your wallet, but his sculptures of the same scenes sit in your hands like a handful of warm clay. In *Drum spre Iazurile*, the path to the marshes feels like a friend waving you forward.