Ioana Aron

I install my artworks in spaces that I find emblematic in the places I go. They are presented as a hotel in a solo exhibition. Each time I recreate the intimate but also cold atmosphere of a hotel room, digging deeper and deeper. Instead of admiring art from a safe distance, with “3D HOTEL” visitors can immerse themselves in the artwork and experience it with all their senses.

A hotel room, with pieces of furniture on which art objects are placed, is the best host for my project. Each time it is exposed, it takes another form, according to the new space. The visitors are invited to investigate the ‘crime scene’, flip through files with evidence, and try to understand who the main character was, and what happened to her.

All around, they can see pieces of evidence of the glass that she drank from, the book next to her bed and the dress that she wore, covered with cement. Even the ceiling carries her personality, and it seems like in her short stay at the hotel, the impersonal room transformed, and became a mirrored image of the investigated character.

It's all about colour. About tone, about the word, about individuality. Each frame speaks of a mystery - for each one I have changed myself to reinvent myself and to find within myself, each time, other and different formulas for externalizing my being. Through MONOCROMY I speak about rhythm, sequence, about cadence. And for me colour is more alive than pure pigment, it is COLOUR-LIGHT. Thus rhythm is acomposition of symmetrical squares and intervals, which outline each other in a chiaroscuro caused by the surplus of light. Colour is therefore born from shadow.

This project unfolded across three consecutive days, during our immersive stay at the Europe Gallery in Brasov in March 2016. Despite the presence of a window offering a view of the street, I felt like a spectral presence. Immersed in my typewriter, I passionately pressed each key, living within the intensity of every word that materialized on paper. Upon completing a sheet, I'd delicately tape it to the window before resuming my silent writing. During breaks from the written word, I turned my attention to five jute canvases, patiently waiting against the wall. Assigning a specific color to each canvas, I aimed to delve into the emotions tied to each hue, attempting to convey what I felt rather than what I saw. Throughout this transformative process, I documented the 'time' spent in the gallery, which had temporarily become my home.