25-11 2020 08:47
wrote:
'Reel him in!' I was told on more than one occasion. Thankfully, I was never able to fully contain Catalin’s fiery, independent spirit. A self-directed prolific worker, an autodidactic oracle of knowledge and a power unto himself. Diplomacy was perhaps not always a strength, and yet he had the biggest heart. He bent over backwards to assist and support anyone who asked, often on the spot, from fixing my flat bicycle tyre to risking his well-being in pouring molten metal casts to help a student accomplish her vision. He helped and supported relentlessly. You went to Catalin when you didn’t know how to do something, knowing he would get the job done, whatever it took.
A stickler for perfection, he never left a task half completed, he was unyieldingly determined. To this day I am still picking away at the superabundant heath and safety commands that he rained down upon the old DT studio.
A garrulous Catalin was never lost for words, he was a man of many stories. One might note that his narratives were a touch self-flattering and a smidge extraordinary, I envision a kind of Chuck Norris of Romania. I’m reminded of tales of falling off a the back of a bicycle because the hill was too steep and to having to run a full marathon in the middle of the night across a dark mountain top to reach shelter. The truth is, his stories were entertaining and memorable because he really liked to live, and often out of his own comfort zone. Whether it was cycling to work in the icy rain, in minus temperatures or having a two minute, one cubic metre cold shower in order to optimise his finances, he was clearly never afraid of malaise.
You were an inspiration to us all Catalin and taught us that action beats whining every day! Your pragmatic, maverick nature will be sorely missed!
25-11 2020 08:47
wrote:
'Reel him in!' I was told on more than one occasion. Thankfully, I was never able to fully contain Catalin’s fiery, independent spirit. A self-directed prolific worker, an autodidactic oracle of knowledge and a power unto himself. Diplomacy was perhaps not always a strength, and yet he had the biggest heart. He bent over backwards to assist and support anyone who asked, often on the spot, from fixing my flat bicycle tyre to risking his well-being in pouring molten metal casts to help a student accomplish her vision. He helped and supported relentlessly. You went to Catalin when you didn’t know how to do something, knowing he would get the job done, whatever it took.
A stickler for perfection, he never left a task half completed, he was unyieldingly determined. To this day I am still picking away at the superabundant heath and safety commands that he rained down upon the old DT studio.
A garrulous Catalin was never lost for words, he was a man of many stories. One might note that his narratives were a touch self-flattering and a smidge extraordinary, I envision a kind of Chuck Norris of Romania. I’m reminded of tales of falling off a the back of a bicycle because the hill was too steep and to having to run a full marathon in the middle of the night across a dark mountain top to reach shelter. The truth is, his stories were entertaining and memorable because he really liked to live, and often out of his own comfort zone. Whether it was cycling to work in the icy rain, in minus temperatures or having a two minute, one cubic metre cold shower in order to optimise his finances, he was clearly never afraid of malaise.
You were an inspiration to us all Catalin and taught us that action beats whining every day! Your pragmatic, maverick nature will be sorely missed!
