statement :
I learned to heal bodies before learning to listen to my own.
From medicine, I kept the gesture: that way of scraping at the scab until red bursts forth, of searching for life beneath the skin, within the invisible cellular realm. My art is not decoration — it is a pharmacopoeia.
For a long time, I lived in Babel, that place where languages tangle, where one hides in order not to be uprooted. I made myself discreet there, folded into the walls, protecting my roots from the vertigo of repeated displacements. But silence became too narrow. So I began gathering my moving boxes, my diaries, and my scraps of fabric to build a new framework.
My Mauvaises Herbes are not wildflowers; they are survivors. They learn the walls, fracture the plaster, and take on volume. They are the cry of cut grass that, instead of withering, decides to take root in stone.
I do not work matter to please — I construct antidotes, so that our shared wounds may finally find a space to breathe, outside the frame, within the very flesh of relief.
bio :
Alina Popovici (born 1969, Romania) is an artist whose work draws its vitality from the tension between scientific rigor and the urgency of life. Shaped by a biography marked by successive uprootings, she approaches matter as one would an autopsy, dissecting forms to reveal the life beneath their surface. Her work unfolds as a study of resilience.
Through plaster, fibers, plant elements, and the pictorial bas-reliefs she creates, she stages bodies that become landscapes and displacements that take root. Across France and Romania, she transforms the fragility of memory into nearly bone-like structures, carrying the imprint of distance and transfiguring wounds into a form of visual repair.
She currently lives and works in Germany, where she continues a plastic exploration at the intersection of organic installation and memorial sculpture.