A door going into the National University of Fine Arts in Bucharest, the inscription reads "Torture Chamber."
Half the buildings, which surround a tree-lined courtyard, have just had their guts torn out, awaiting renovation.
Easels, benches, broken pieces of glass, textile and ceramic projects and every other kind of unclaimed artwork have been dragged out of the building. You can imagine what a hard time I had not walking away with everything on the street.
On the renovated side of the courtyard, new windows, plaster and mosaics adorn the alma mater of Constantine Brancusi.
A few rough patches still show on the fixed-up side, but it's more than half way to beaux-arts beautiful. I wish I knew when they were getting rid of that door.
twenty-something years of "what have you been up to?" 