The greatest challenge of my painting is to make space seem real and illusional at same time.
Measure is independent in me. The awareness of sight, alertness is dream.
Behind closed eyesthe viewer, the sight, and the subject of the sight are the same.
"The gesture of the painter is but the imprint of the controlled energy floating from the awareness of vision."
These paintings are not portaits at all.They are rather ancient patterns of human states in the conscoius space.
I am only interested in the question of actuality in respect of the moment. Here only can past, and possible be present simultaneously. The rest is beating around the bush.
"Greensoil and cadmium red, golden beige and cobalt indigo, organic and inorganic. Separete the iron from the soil by fire! The alchemy of colours is the awareness of sight. The awareness of sight is the certanity, that does not nees to be proved.
"There is no emotion on these faces, only the inner, timeless smile."
The movement is the struggle of the Motionless.
Musing on the exhibition of György Verebes
”I want to sit and listen, I want to hear the voice of God inside me.”
(Psalm 84/85, 9)
Over the past twenty years we both have been haunted not by the spirit of the same place, but by the same spirits: György Verebes, and I. Therefore I am well aware of the origins of the pictures showing at this exhibition. I am not unfamiliar with the motivations and powers, which led the painter's hands, as he created the colours, the shadows, the outlines of the figures, or – speaking in general – the visual imprints of the real meaning on the canvas. I was only sensing the meaning back than, now I am aware of it.
To be aware of and to sense. These are not contradictional but additional ideas: they complete each other. Because suggestion, which is far beyond sensing, can only be based on a profound, confident, and unambiguous knowledge. This is what Meister Eckhart, a 13th century christian mystic might have referred to in his time. He said: „I catch sight of something, and it flares up in my intellect. I feel that it is good, but I can never understand, what it really is. I only sense, that if I could catch it, I would be aware of the complete truth.”
At the exhibition of György Verebes
/Publised in Magyar Szó in October 2008/
When the light on our forehead and our eyes get tired, when space becomes boundless, when all complete around us crack, we should lift our hands to our face, so light inside us becomes strong, so the pictures open up from the shadow. Mudra, the Sleeping Titans, and the curve of Nyx's slim nack. Our inner lights blaze up, where the proud ego, and the dazzling outer space fade. Our hands are our most faithfull companions. When we get tired, on the seventh day our hands lift us and cover us up. When our hands, feet, and head get heavy, when our eyes get tired, we should stop. We should let the titans, the genesis, and the essence of painting sleep. Let the great canvases at the Zenta exhibition of György Verebes sleep. We should put aside all our notes, and all the pictures we took, find a chair and sit in front of a smaller painting. Nyx. The pink curve of this woman's uncovered neck tells us all about the essence of creation.