Pavel Zamfir

Pavel Zamfir painted saints with the same calm he used to sketch his own hands in the margins of prayer books. The gold-leaf glow on *Sfânta Parascheva* isn’t just gilding; it’s the same foil he melted on his kitchen stove to pay the baker when money ran out. In Iasi’s old quarter you’ll still hear grandmas point to his 1867 chalk drawing *Fecioara cu Pruncul (Eleusa)* and say, “That’s the face she wore when her boy came home late.” Tap his gold-leaf saints to see how a church commission turned into a recipe for perseverance.