the eye of god



These pictures were taken in the back roads of Romania, especially in the regions of Transylvania an Moldavia. The Christs in them probably mark the place of an accident or an ancient church, or offer protection to the inhabitants of the area. I do not know. But their omnipresence makes me feel observed after a short while. They stand there, disturbing, every few hundred meters, on top of their wooden crosses. Watching everything with painted eyes. Like the Big Brother in Orwell's novel. Not missing a thing from the gutter or the fields or the top of a hill. They are the constant remembrance of the superstition and magic in this land of mist. They are the all-seeing eye of god.