Ilie II Poienaru

Ilie Poienaru kept a studio so cold the ink froze mid-line, yet his religious drawings glow like candlelight. He used a goose quill to inscribe saints with almost human warmth, their faces catching the same light as the women sewing in the village across the street. His *Cina cea de taină*—that last supper where Judas’s shadow stretches long—feels like a scene you’d overhear in a Bucharest back-alley café. You’ll recognize the same quiet drama in the carved wooden doors of Curtea de Argeș monastery.