myself as a seed

when I die put a flag in my hands
so that I may resemble more what I am when I leave my studio,
with hands stiffened by the cold and the pain of this world, strange as it may seem
take me to the grave, my children,
and set me to rest
with the flag of resurrection in my hands!
do not lay tools at my feet,
only your mother’s picture and yours
under the pillow,
and in my right hand, fastened,
the flag of resurrection,
the stainless steel flag that is being polished day
by day before your eyes,
the steel pierced by the fire of the finger
that in stones has engraved commands
and in sand has designed mysteries...
in truth, I long to grasp it myself
at the moment of embarking the ship
to stand still under its wings,
my glorious dream,
blue fire, the morning star
in the darkness of the world
the milk of my sweetest hopes

so, in my will, I asked my children to put
my body in the ground as a seed, holding a flag of victory over death. some other people expressed their desire to do the same, so, we hope to create the flag carriers’ cemetery (an army marching under the ground up to the end of the world)

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myself as a sculptor

"Liviu Mocan is one of the first of a new generation of Christian artists emerging from Eastern Europe. His work is characterized by singleness of mind and a spiritual maturity, which comes from faith that has been tested. To meet him is to know that he is a man that walks with purpose and is without guile. There is quality in both his character and his work, which reminds one of Kierkegaard's declarations that "Purity of heart is to will one thing and it is to will the good"

Mr. Mocan works in glass, metal and wood and his art could be loosely described as abstract but that does not begin to describe what he is really doing. For his abstractions are not the cleverly delineated chaos we are used to dealing with in contemporary art. Gone is all the usual compromise and decay and these are instead replaced by a dynamic tension. A tension which grows from the struggle to capture that place/truth/miracle where the Divine intersects with the mortal. In works such as Living Principle, Mocan wrestles with bronze and glass to capture something of the mystery when spirit and flesh fused and the God/man dwelt among us for a time."

- james d. stambaugh, director of billy graham center museum wheaton, illinois, april 1992

> liviu mocan's cv