Text by Florin Toma:
If you look at his stature carefully, the sculptor Eugen Petri seems to want to reinforce an opinion that I have made public, an opinion that was based on some concomitant realities and that was not crowned with the status of axiom. Instead, it has received a good deal of admonition, and has been listed under the heading 'fantasies and extravagances'. Our character today is a reddish-blond, richly bearded, huge-handed zdrahon with a bulging bundle of muscles that make his unusual white shirt with folk stitching look small. Everything about him exudes strength and manliness. It's the image - which I dared to explain once before - that strikes me as typical of a stonemason. Because all my friends who are stone carvers and sculptors (marble, granite, andesite, basalt, etc.) are, with a few exceptions, solid, strong, vigorous.
Eugen Petri is, at the age of sixty, a representative example of the stone carver, one who has to his credit dozens of gigantic works, but, mind you, one who is also a sensitive miniaturist, with visions that either cunningly exploit light or attack the dynamic depths of absolutely spectacular angles of vision.