If I prompt you to write the below passage(on its tone, format, poeticness, and choice of words, phrasing) what is the prompt I should say to you in order for you to rephrase my writing to a similar manner?

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Many years ago, my husband, Igor, shared an unforgettable reflection, he grew up in the former Yugoslavia in Novi Sad.  As a child he had a relationship with a tree in the courtyard of their building that was akin to awe, he recalls his first confrontation with a forest – as just too much to comprehend.  This story has fascinated me, as I grew up surrounded by forests and the extra-large nature of northern California- its famous enormous trees. I had no recollection of the first time I saw a forest, indivisibly.  We all have a relationship with forests one way or another, almost every culture has fables and myths that hold the forest in a place of mystery and often, danger.  The expression ‘being in the woods’ has come to mean lost or dislocated.  Forests, either near or far, are epically and intrinsically imbedded in our psyche, experience, and survival.

Mircea Teleagă Locus Solus at Unit 1 Gallery|Workshop is a series of large-scale paintings exploring images of the forest and nature as place, as abstraction, as locator and as infinitely ungraspable. Romanian born, UK based, Mircea is not home, or is at home in two places. For those of us that have left home, being in-between is a constant.  These painting are majestic and ominous simultaneously, dark shadows, towering heights, deep perspectives conjure the crepuscular forest walk that has been the device of horror films, thousands of nightmares, and recently, the destination of healing forest bathing.  These are paintings that remember they are paintings; Mircea disrupts the revelry by fracturing the image and juxtaposing abstractions that force us awake from either dream or reality.  The seeking and longing for location is a condition of the migrant, to belong anew or to return to known, with the age-old problem that home will not be the same again.  Within these paintings is a feeling of disconnection and longing that we can never grasp the fullness of the forest -remaining eternally mysterious for all its shadows, heights and depth, much the same as our own inability to fully know ourselves.  Solitude is the prevailing mood and even in the singular painting of the still riverbed, a sunken object (manmade) depicts that which, too- does not belong, jarring us from romanticism and highlighting our dislocation.

Whilst the figuration suggests something we know, something familiar, scrutiny exposes that these paintings have more to do with surrealism, much as Magritte’s’ “Ceci n’est pas une pipe”, Mircea never allows the figuration to be ‘real’.  The reflection, the dream these paintings are illustrating feels more like they are asking us to understand and that we are not seeing the forest but visiting the imagination of the painter’s mind.  The poetry and wisdom in Mircea’s paintings allow them to be dreamscapes and abstraction simultaneously.  The ambiguity of the paintings mirrors the absurd conundrum of humanity and belonging.  It is impossible to view these trees without contemplating climate change and the endangerment to them and ourselves, so inextricably linked.  To be on the earth yet separated from it by our ideas of boarders and identities.  To surrender to the forest will require us to be its custodian, the protector of the trees and ourselves. 

The symbol of the forest, incomprehensible in its entirety, requires us to surrender to the mystery.  I feel that despite Mircea’s urban upbringing he paints the forest not to depict nature but to explore and endeavour to understand loneliness and isolation, to accept, to never be home again.  Home becomes the domain of the mind and not a real place, Locus Solus is an exhibition about placing ourselves fully embracing our separateness.   Are we home?  Are we here, or are we in the forest? Am I alone? And furthermore, what does one see when imagining where we are? What do you see when you surrender to the forest, or to solitude.  Perhaps the forever ominous, forbidding forest remains as such because as we confront its mystery, we cannot help but be exposed to ourselves as vulnerable and isolated, explaining why most do not seek the forests depths.  Mircea dives deep into the shadows and locates himself.
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