Simion Poienaru

Simion Poienaru liked to tuck little parties around his holy scenes—tiny figures dancing in the margins of Jesus’s resurrection, like uninvited guests who’d wandered in from a village wedding. His ink drawings from the 1830s are crowded with every feast day the church knew, each crammed into its own border like a sticker sheet you can’t stop peeling. Look up “Învierea lui Isus încadrată de praznice” and you’ll see what he meant by Easter: not just one empty tomb, but twelve feast days shouting “He’s back!” in the frame.