What is absolutely miraculous about Ștefan Câlţia is the astonishing discrepancy between the fragility of the artist and the incredible strength of his painting. Of course, we could also look from the completely opposite angle, and we would see the delicacy of the figures in his paintings contrasting with the imposing image of the painter. But what if we had the strength not to place either the artist or his work in a separate category, not to pigeonhole them?