The object was painted in the Chicago area during the late 1980's after Maestro Iclozan and his wife immigrated to the Chicago area from Romania. Maestro Iclozan, an acclaimed artist in Romania, fled Romania in the early 1980s after continued harassment from Nicolae Ceausescu's government. After leaving Romania, the Ceausescu government revoked Iclozan's Romanian citizenship, and at that time Iclozan and his wife were only just applying for American citizenship. This painting was painted during the time in which the artist and his wife were not citizens of any country, hence the title 'Citizen of the Moon".
Oil painting of partially open crate/box with image of United States flag on surface of the moon inside box crate/box. The American flag in the foreground with the moonscape behind inside what the artist called a UPS box seems to portray the artist's desire for American citizenship, but realization that he did not have the protection of any government.
What must it feel like to leave one's country and not feel part of another, to feel like an alien, like someone from the moon? The artist, Semproniu Iclozan, was a Romanian citizen who stood up against government corruption and abuses during the 1980s. He and his wife fled their homeland, landing here. They were political refugees. But life in the United States didn't necessarily come with the guarantee of protection or citizenship or belonging. In such circumstances, is there no place like home for an alien other than the moon?