I have to say Ferenc Csurgai is the alchemist of the space. First of all as a painter because the colour, the tone and the surface are the basic tools of the painter. And as a sculptor, because using conscious the shape which growing from itself and the emptiness is the alchemy of the sculptor. And mostly of all as a man of the spirit he sets the sight and the experience of the existence’s ancient movements into the serve of self research.
I check what’s this. What do I see here? Do I see a body? What kind of body? Whose body is this? How did come here and why is it here? From what, by who and how did it born? What should I know about it? Should I know anything about it at all? What would be my reliance? Should I put out my knowledge? Should I search in my mind after concepts, meanings of shape, of space, of rhytm, of balance, of convex and concave, of statics and dynamics, of light and shadow and surface, of weight, of materiality and technology? Should I rewind the quotes from the contemporary art to the gates of Istar?
Should I remind the masks of Dyonusos mystery, the calligraphy of tensho and the picture of the Cape Canaveral’s station launcher? How many fugue should I listen until I find the fifth voice hiding behind the fourth? Should I think again the instructions of Sakjamuni Buddha about the depending genesis and the doctrine of Trinity in the light of ind trimurti? Should I remember the dissertation of Gerber about the circulations of elements? Should I search for the explanation of autogenesis and heterogenesis? How many things should I know to understand the sculptors of Ferenc Csurgai?
These sculptors can not be understood. Their excisting is the reason to understand the thing I have known. If there is art this is the essence of it.
The dehydration will come to end and if it will be sweep away by a flood, after it will stand the living and pulsating spine protected by vertebras.
György Verebes