{"id":400072,"date":"2002-07-03T22:00:00","date_gmt":"2002-07-03T22:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/exindex.hu\/?p=400072"},"modified":"2002-07-03T22:00:00","modified_gmt":"2002-07-03T22:00:00","slug":"vak-naplo","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/exindex.hu\/en\/kritika\/vak-naplo\/","title":{"rendered":"A Blind Person"},"content":{"rendered":"
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What\r\ncan you see blind man?\/ What can you hear blind man?\/ What can you feel\r\nblind man? \/
\r\nYou can’t see the world championship, you can’t see the Grundes League,\r\nyou can’t see Schwarzenegger, you can’t see porn, you can’t see the ministers,\r\nyou can’t see the glass pockets. \/ What can you see then? \/ What, blind\r\nman? <\/i><\/p>\r\n

The\r\nlines quoted from Vakember-blues <\/i>(Blind Man’s Blues) could be the\r\nmotto for the brand new exhibition of <\/i>B\u00e9la drM\u00e1ri\u00e1s.\r\nThe life condition of taking off from everyday life as interpreted by\r\ndrM\u00e1ri\u00e1si can be said to be an extremely lucky situation.\r\nAll you need to do is just close your eyes and you are surrounded by darkness\r\nstraight away but in this darkness bits of images of the outside world\r\nyou could see a second before are still flittering and fulgurating; it\r\ntakes quite a few seconds before you can really say that now you cannot\r\nsee anything at all. In the latest series of images of the Blind Man’s\r\nDiary<\/i> drM\u00e1ri\u00e1s registers the intermediate state before\r\ncomplete darkness, in other words he paints the memory fritters of the\r\nvisible world on a black background. By creating a conscious state of\r\nblindness – a negative picture – he penetrates new notional and physical\r\nextensions of Nothing: \u201dI keep a Blind Man’s Diary, I write and draw\r\non nothing. Darkness is nice. Contours flare up, memories, events that\r\nnever were and never will be but are still true. The eyes cannot see,\r\nbut the soul, the blooming and crashed out soul can. It can see man looming\r\nabove nothing, tearing out his own tongue and passing it on grinning.\r\nHe turns his retina inside out, pushes it here and there, pointing headlights\r\non it, which go out, break, transform, clear colours falling into the\r\ndarkness. The Blind Man’s Diary records nothing, sketches it on the forehead\r\nof time in the classroom of anticipation. What we can see are blackboards\r\nof the lessons of chosen blindness.<\/p>\r\n

Blindness\r\nis one of the most evident metaphors of Nothing in the poetic sense of\r\nthe word, so it is a voluntarily undertaken life situation and at the\r\nsame time it is also a possible form of behaviour of bemusing used to\r\nserve a creator’s adventures. It is absolute hallucination, seeing the\r\nsoul. In the black surface of the pictures there are human and animal\r\nfigures of roughly drawn anatomy, characteristic of drM\u00e1ri\u00e1s,\r\nfractions of words and sentences are swirling like objects out of balance\r\nin space. Nothing has got a constant consistence, place, relation, notional\r\nvalidity, material quality, in the grinder of space a cosmic tornado messes\r\nup things which are believed to be absolutely defined and exact in reality.\r\nNinety years ago under the aegis of \u201dparole in libert\u00e1\u201d\r\nItalian futurists threw apart in the same way the joints of the coherence\r\nof rational world condensed into poetry to be able to see more clearly\r\nbehind the scenes of motion and accelerating time. The conclusion drM\u00e1ri\u00e1s\r\ndraws from it is that chaos can only be arrested and neutralised by Nothing,\r\nbecause only Nothing has got an inherent neutral state.<\/p>\r\n

The\r\ncareer of drM\u00e1ri\u00e1s in the period of Hungarian d\u00e9nouement\r\nfollows the philosophy of \u201dday in day out\u201d. In his exhibition\r\norganised in 2001 in the Gallery of the \u00d3buda Club under the title\r\nI only trust in the help of politicians! Long live Politicondoms! <\/i>he\r\nmade a virtue from the hypersensitivity of the spiritual attitude of the\r\n\u201dseer\u201d, but even then it was obvious that he would rather send\r\nthe whole tangible world into hell. The metaphor of blindness is the necessary\r\nresponse to all the antipathy and aversion he feels towards his external\r\nenvironment viewed with irony and deep cynicism. So far he has tried to\r\nfind soothing shelter in the in the dazzling whiteness of space, whereas\r\nnow he qualifies its optical opposition as a tabula rasa, and in its plane\r\nthere is the left over consistence of broken up archaic state, which can\r\nprovide permanent support for immortals searching for their origin on\r\nthe cobble stones of their desire for the archaic state.<\/p>\r\n

Through\r\nthe Blind Man’s Diary <\/i>the artist has reached a significant turning\r\npoint, and with the help of the new optics he has created the critical\r\nstart line of all his artistic work so far. In the best moment he felt\r\nthe necessity of change, which can be said to be beneficial in respect\r\nof idiomatic visualisation, and at the same time he challenged himself\r\nby asking: what is the terminus where the process of identifying nothing\r\nstarted with obstinate perseverance can? Is it concealment?<\/p>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

  What can you see blind man?\/ What can you hear blind man?\/ What can you feel blind man? \/ You can’t see the world championship, you can’t see the Grundes League, you can’t see Schwarzenegger, you can’t see porn, you can’t see the ministers, you can’t see the glass pockets. \/ What can you […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":630072,"parent":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_acf_changed":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[6],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-400072","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-kritika"],"acf":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/exindex.hu\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/400072","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/exindex.hu\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/exindex.hu\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/exindex.hu\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/exindex.hu\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=400072"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/exindex.hu\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/400072\/revisions"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/exindex.hu\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/630072"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/exindex.hu\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=400072"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/exindex.hu\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=400072"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/exindex.hu\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=400072"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}