There are places we’ve never walked, yet somehow recognize. Standing before Maia Ștefana Oprea’s artworks feels like stepping into such a place — a forest not found on maps, but written into memory.

The trees here don’t overwhelm by height, but by presence. They stretch beyond reason, anchored in myth, history, and personal memory. They’ve witnessed what we’ve forgotten. They carry stories — of survival, of silence, of enduring beauty.

My Old Growth Trees is a return — to something quiet and essential. To stand in front of these artworks is to feel a rhythm that lives beneath language.