In his travels, Péter Klimo collects old boards, weathered shingles, and brutally corroded metal sheets, bringing home traces of life worn away by time. He paints monochrome portraits with a grisaille effect on these tormented surfaces. The focus is on the hand.
The images, taken from his own legendarium and the myths of us all, will age together with backgrounds that have been through who knows what.
In Klimo’s pictures, the motionless gestures embedded in the damaged surfaces, a frozen farewell, a seemingly involuntary movement, the suspended moments seem like time capsules presented in the face of environmental threats.
His solitary figures, enclosed in bubbles, together with the receptive layers—whatever happens—are survivors.
Anikó B. Nagy