Teodor Bogoi

Teodor Bogoi would sketch with ink on scraps of paper whenever he rode the tram to Afumați, a village outside Bucharest where the winter air turned the fields to lace. In every print, the snow isn’t white but a thin blue line that trembles against the dark roofs—you can still see the tram’s rattling motion in the shaky horizon. Slide over to Iarna la Afumați and watch how that same blue turns the whole scene into a secret code; you’ll start checking your own snowy walks for hidden colors.