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CURRICULUM VITAE

Personal information
Name: VICTORIŢA DUŢU
Date of birth : August 1971
Telephone : mobile : 0740-279-908
WEB : www.vicdutu.wordpress.com
www.victoritadutu.wordpress.com
www.vdutu.wordpress.com

E – mail: victoritadutu@yahoo.com


Education and training:
• 1998 – Master in Logic and Hermeneutics
• 1994 – 1998 The Faculty of Philosophy from The University “Al. I. Cuza” Iaşi
• 1990 – 1995 The Faculty of Mathematics from The University “Al. I. Cuza” Iaşi

Work Experiencce :

• Member of “World Poets Society”, literary society of the contemporary poets of the world, comprising 105 countries
http://world-poets.blogspot.com
• Honorific member of “Maison Naaman pour la Culture”
http://www.naamanculture.com
• Member of the international poetry society “Poetas del Mundo”
http://www.poetasdelmundo.com
• Producer of the broadcast “You think, then you are” at the TVRM Television
• From 2000 up to now – mathematics teacher at Colegiul Tehnic “Traian”,sector 2, Bucharest


Personal skills and competences:
• Mother tongue : Romanian
• Other languages : English
German


ARTISTIC AND CULTURAL ACTIVITY

• Participation at the Conference of Teachers of Romanian Language with video painting projections and reading from her books of poetry, in October 2009, Conference organized by School Nr.308
• Painting exhibition in the old center of Bucharest, as a part of ONGFREST, September 2009
• Painting exhibition and launch of a book, 27-30 September 2009, as part of the Congress of the Romanian Teaching Staff from Abroad. The President of Romania, Mr. Traian Băsescu, and the Minister of Education, Ecaterina Andronescu were present at this congress.
• Awarding of The International prize of Poetry „NAJI NAAMAN”, 2009 Liban, for original creations http://www.naamanculture.com
• Publishing of some poems in the anthological volume „The Springs of Life” in 2009. Launch of this anthology in July 2009 on the occasion of some cultural activities
• Organization of the Romanian-Polish Painting Exhibition at the Cultural Centre M.I.R.A., 1-14 September 2008. Participation with some paintings at this exhibition.
• Awarding of the 3rd prize of the International Contest of Poetry of the Romanians from all the World, contest organized by two poets, one from Montreal-Canada ( George Filip) and one from Râmnicu Vâlcea-Romania ( Ligya Diaconescu ) and by the international review STARPRESS (www.valcea-turism.ro) in partnership with RADIO ROMANIA INTERNATIONAL.
• Collaborations to literary reviews from Romania and to Romanian reviews all over the world, ‘Agero” Sttutgart, The Observatory, Romanian Times from Canada, Sentimental Sunset from Bucharest, Tomis, The Word, Romanian Global News, Asymetria Polanicy
• Painting exhibition at the Cultural Centre M.I.R.A., in the Hall “Nichita Stănescu”, from the 1st till the 14th of February 2008
• Painting exhibition and poetry recital as part of the festival “Books and Arts”, exhibition organized in the foyer of the Opera House “Ion Dacian’, from the 3rd till the 7th of October 2007
• Painting exhibition at the “ Gallery of Arts”, Military Circle Bucharest, from the 28th of January till the 7th of February 2008
• On the 11th of August 2007, launch in Constanţa of the anthology of poetry entitled “The Paths of Life “ published by Anamarol Publishing House
• In August 2007 the artist appears on the Channel Cosmos TV, invited by Carmen Stoian and Nikos Koudounis, at the program STAR FAME, where she presents her two last exhibitions

• From May until September 2007 – itinerant painting exhibition in ten towns from Poland, exhibition organized by the Honorary Consul of Romania, Mr. Cornel Calomfirescu.
ROMANIAN PAINTING EXHIBITION
Of the artist
VICTORITA DUTU
Organized by the Honorary Consul of Romania,
Mr. Cornel Calomfirescu
THE POINT FROM THE INFINITE

Itinerary : Wysztawa
Malarstawa
Nowa Ruda
Dworek
Bystrzyka Klodzka
Kudowa

• From the 24th of May till October 2007 – painting exhibition in Switzerland, the Ticino country, in Bellinzona, together with other four Romanian painters.
• Painting exhibition at the Polyvalent Hall as part of the Congress “Beauty`s Days”, Bucharest the 1st , the 2nd, the 3rd, the 4th of March 2007.It is the same exhibition as that at the National Theatre, entitled “The Light on the Left Shoulder”
• Exhibition of painting and poetry at the National Theatre from Bucharest as part of the exhibition “Body – Mind – Spirit “, entitled “The Light on the Left Shoulder” on the 23th, the 24th, the 25th of March, 2007
• Permanent exhibition at the Tea – shop “Rendez –vous”, Floreasca Avenue, 42, beginning with December 2006
• Permanent exhibition at the Center Club, Academy street, nr. 19, beginning with the 16th of January until the 28th of February.
• Permanent group exhibition of painting at the Club Caffe Asimo, Smârdan, 41, Bucharest, during the period 8 June 2006 – 30 December 2007
• Publication of the cycle of poetry “The One I Should Be” in the anthology “The Spirals of Life” at the Anamarol Publishing House, Bucharest, anthology in which were published Romanian authors from the Romanian Diaspora or from other countries (Canada, SUA, Australia), or from towns like Chişinău, Timişoara, Iaşi, Constanţa)
• Publication of the volume of religious poems “I Want Another World”, at the Anamarol Publishing House, launch at the Mall Plaza Romania, in April 2006 (the book was distributed in all the Malls from the country and in all the libraries from Bucharest). The author was invited by the Radio Cultural Channel to present her book at the talk-show “The Creators between Sacred and Profane” at 22;10 o`clock on Thursday. She also appeared on the TV channel TVRM.
• Publication of the second volume of poetry ,“The Words”, at the Publishing House of the Romanian Literature Museum, November 2005. This volume had a televised presentation on the channel B1TV during the program “The World of Books/A Poem a Day”


• Exhibition of painting and poetry “The Point from the Infinite” at the Central University Library (Royal Foundations) during the period 31 October – 12 November 2004
• Personal exhibition of paintings at the church “Doamna Oltea” during the Passion Week, 4 – 10 April, with the theme “The Cross in our Life”
• Debut with prose in the literary review “Caligraf”, December 2004
• Publication of the debut volume – the booklet of poetry “Spaces” at the Publishing House of the Romanian Literature Museum, August 2003.
• Literary debut in the literary review “Sud”, August,2003.


POEMS
(from the cycle “THE ONE THAT I SHOULD BE “)


My words
Shout inside me
Like the sounds of a piano
On which I have fallen
Afraid of a dream

**********************
Me…
The life….
I was floating
And someone
Was holding my hand
Above
The chaos!

**********************
I don`t know what made me today
Resemble to a violet tree
In blossom
Having green and blue flowers
And it seemed that
Through each leaf
The wind was whispering me
The word
Whose meaning
I could not utter.




Comments

Comments received

  • I love the dreamy feel of your creations;
    So wonderful and spiritual quotes of art and poetry..
    All the best, Victoria ;)

     
    carmendoreal - 3/14/2011 7:03:13 PM

  • Thank you very much for your powerful poem.Nice paintigs,spiritual ...
     
    ellindream1313 - 5/31/2010 11:41:03 PM

  • very strong poems nice pictures
    thanks you
     
    artisteducorps - 5/17/2010 6:14:42 PM

  • Hello Victoria.
    Thank you so much for your poem.Very emotional and deep.
    I wish you all the best
    Warm regards
    Katerina.
     
    katrina - 5/17/2010 8:31:20 AM

  • Bonjour Victoria
    Merci beaucoup pour votre magnifique poème. Vos écrits sont superbes et votre galerie aussi
     
    HelgaFG - 5/16/2010 11:01:21 AM

  • LIGHT DUST



    Someone scatters

    Light dust from the sky,

    Like the snow that covers us

    The light changes inside us into the word

    That whispers the secret

    In which we can be found.

    The light dust dances slowly,

    The snow covers our hands,

    Our sights are rainbows,

    And the one who scatters the light

    Remains silent.





    THE CHILD INSIDE ME



    The child inside me looks at me from the sky,

    I fly in an inner world, in a sphere of fire,

    From the distance the child looks at me,

    His sights are like calls,

    They call me to look quietly

    At all that is outside.

    I’m staying on a rung of the ladder

    That attaches me to myself and to my flight,

    I don’t dare to take another step.

    We are waiting for the moment

    When time changes into a sunbeam

    To travel to one another,

    To be only one in an infinite flight,

    I will be the same child that looks and flies

    In the universe that allowed us to look at it.




     
    victoritadutu - 5/15/2010 11:02:46 PM

  • Bonjour Victoria J'ai apprécié beaucoup votre poeme et je vous remercie . Belle galerie
     
    soltart30 - 5/13/2010 9:35:52 PM

  • Beautiful, soulful works.
    And thank you for the poem.
    Neli
     
    NelisArt - 5/13/2010 5:10:56 PM

  • Hello Victorita,
    I like to thank you so much for this beautiful comment. I really have tears in my eyes and it touched my soul so deep.
    Your artwork is great I can feel
    also ervery word from your poem in your paintings.
    I wish you all my best a prosper and save life in the future.
    God bless you!
    Warm regards!
    Sabine

     
    BineWeltbilder - 5/12/2010 10:09:09 PM

  • I see passion in your art. It's the most important.
     
    dop911 - 5/12/2010 12:10:05 AM

Comments sent

  • is beautiful
    congratulation
    victorita
     
    victoritadutu - 9/13/2010 7:09:44 AM

  • LIGHT DUST



    Someone scatters

    Light dust from the sky,

    Like the snow that covers us

    The light changes inside us into the word

    That whispers the secret

    In which we can be found.

    The light dust dances slowly,

    The snow covers our hands,

    Our sights are rainbows,

    And the one who scatters the light

    Remains silent.





    THE CHILD INSIDE ME



    The child inside me looks at me from the sky,

    I fly in an inner world, in a sphere of fire,

    From the distance the child looks at me,

    His sights are like calls,

    They call me to look quietly

    At all that is outside.

    I’m staying on a rung of the ladder

    That attaches me to myself and to my flight,

    I don’t dare to take another step.

    We are waiting for the moment

    When time changes into a sunbeam

    To travel to one another,

    To be only one in an infinite flight,

    I will be the same child that looks and flies

    In the universe that allowed us to look at it.




     
    victoritadutu - 5/15/2010 11:09:21 PM

  • LIGHT DUST



    Someone scatters

    Light dust from the sky,

    Like the snow that covers us

    The light changes inside us into the word

    That whispers the secret

    In which we can be found.

    The light dust dances slowly,

    The snow covers our hands,

    Our sights are rainbows,

    And the one who scatters the light

    Remains silent.





    THE CHILD INSIDE ME



    The child inside me looks at me from the sky,

    I fly in an inner world, in a sphere of fire,

    From the distance the child looks at me,

    His sights are like calls,

    They call me to look quietly

    At all that is outside.

    I’m staying on a rung of the ladder

    That attaches me to myself and to my flight,

    I don’t dare to take another step.

    We are waiting for the moment

    When time changes into a sunbeam

    To travel to one another,

    To be only one in an infinite flight,

    I will be the same child that looks and flies

    In the universe that allowed us to look at it.




     
    victoritadutu - 5/15/2010 11:07:14 PM

  • LIGHT DUST



    Someone scatters

    Light dust from the sky,

    Like the snow that covers us

    The light changes inside us into the word

    That whispers the secret

    In which we can be found.

    The light dust dances slowly,

    The snow covers our hands,

    Our sights are rainbows,

    And the one who scatters the light

    Remains silent.





    THE CHILD INSIDE ME



    The child inside me looks at me from the sky,

    I fly in an inner world, in a sphere of fire,

    From the distance the child looks at me,

    His sights are like calls,

    They call me to look quietly

    At all that is outside.

    I’m staying on a rung of the ladder

    That attaches me to myself and to my flight,

    I don’t dare to take another step.

    We are waiting for the moment

    When time changes into a sunbeam

    To travel to one another,

    To be only one in an infinite flight,

    I will be the same child that looks and flies

    In the universe that allowed us to look at it.




     
    victoritadutu - 5/15/2010 11:02:46 PM

  • LIGHT DUST



    Someone scatters

    Light dust from the sky,

    Like the snow that covers us

    The light changes inside us into the word

    That whispers the secret

    In which we can be found.

    The light dust dances slowly,

    The snow covers our hands,

    Our sights are rainbows,

    And the one who scatters the light

    Remains silent.





    THE CHILD INSIDE ME



    The child inside me looks at me from the sky,

    I fly in an inner world, in a sphere of fire,

    From the distance the child looks at me,

    His sights are like calls,

    They call me to look quietly

    At all that is outside.

    I’m staying on a rung of the ladder

    That attaches me to myself and to my flight,

    I don’t dare to take another step.

    We are waiting for the moment

    When time changes into a sunbeam

    To travel to one another,

    To be only one in an infinite flight,

    I will be the same child that looks and flies

    In the universe that allowed us to look at it.




     
    victoritadutu - 5/15/2010 11:01:18 PM

  • LIGHT DUST



    Someone scatters

    Light dust from the sky,

    Like the snow that covers us

    The light changes inside us into the word

    That whispers the secret

    In which we can be found.

    The light dust dances slowly,

    The snow covers our hands,

    Our sights are rainbows,

    And the one who scatters the light

    Remains silent.


     
    victoritadutu - 5/15/2010 10:42:42 PM

  • LIGHT DUST



    Someone scatters

    Light dust from the sky,

    Like the snow that covers us

    The light changes inside us into the word

    That whispers the secret

    In which we can be found.

    The light dust dances slowly,

    The snow covers our hands,

    Our sights are rainbows,

    And the one who scatters the light

    Remains silent.


     
    victoritadutu - 5/15/2010 10:41:07 PM

  • LIGHT DUST



    Someone scatters

    Light dust from the sky,

    Like the snow that covers us

    The light changes inside us into the word

    That whispers the secret

    In which we can be found.

    The light dust dances slowly,

    The snow covers our hands,

    Our sights are rainbows,

    And the one who scatters the light

    Remains silent.


     
    victoritadutu - 5/15/2010 10:40:08 PM

  • LIGHT DUST



    Someone scatters

    Light dust from the sky,

    Like the snow that covers us

    The light changes inside us into the word

    That whispers the secret

    In which we can be found.

    The light dust dances slowly,

    The snow covers our hands,

    Our sights are rainbows,

    And the one who scatters the light

    Remains silent.


     
    victoritadutu - 5/15/2010 10:38:18 PM

  • I want to sleep, to be fast asleep,

    But my thoughts don`t let me,

    They make me ask God

    If I love Him, if I truly love Him,

    And He answers me with the same question

    “Do you love me?”

    “My Lord,

    I want to be the child

    Who appears from

    Blue flowers

    And tells You from the distance, laughing

    And running to You :

    “Look, My Lord, the blue flowers!

    I give them to You,

    They are Yours

    Because You caressed them

    Every night when the moon rises,

    You know, My Lord, I watched You last night,

    I saw the tears that made Your face glitter,

    The stars were singing but You kept silent,

    I beg You to take these blue flowers,

    They are Yours

    Because they are born from Your tears.




     
    victoritadutu - 5/13/2010 9:16:13 PM

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