I discovered the dissonant effect of a tartan fabric with a forest painted on it. I started to work on patterned canvases, later I created the patterned surfaces myself by screen printing.
Transit, border, temporary state
Happy Hunting Grounds (2009 Virag Judit Gallery, Budapest ) was the title of the exhibition where my landscapes were presented.
Each picture each thought is a next layer over the things we hold in ourselves.
The pattern I used for these pictures came from an antique wall-carpet from the 16th Century. The pattern was made up from the repeated pictures of a panther hunting for a gazelle. They were in a movement, carrying the dynamics of a lethal combat, one of the most archetypical movements. It could symbolise many things in human life: hierarchy between the sexes, for example. The hunter, who wants his prey, and the chased victim escaping all the time. Like the tiny frames of a celluloid, its phases changing quickly one after the other.
As the half-finished and finished paintings were still in my studio, I organized a real bowing session among them. The game was the following: we were shooting arrows from the upper floor downwards, aiming at a wine glass that was standing against the wall across the studio. We were surrounded by these strange landscapes with sometimes apocalyptic or paradise-like atmospheres on them which all had those patterns in common. It was inevitable that we would hit some of the canvases that proved them to be perfect targets. The pictures broke here and there, especially one of them that I called ‘Salut’ after ‘Angelic Salutation’. That picture was a memorial for a friend of mine who just died that time. On the painting there were a bunch of pink flamingos, pluming themselves while standing in the water or on the land. The arrows hit quite a few holes in this painting, although I worked on it for at least two months. When I checked the back of the canvas I noticed that the holes form a regular constellation. I looked it up and it looked just like the Perseus-constellation from the Andromeda-nebula. I restored the picture, marking the place of the holes on the back of the canvas.
Later I took the paintings to the gallery to exhibit them, where they suddenly became preys – the buyers could then aim and shoot them down to their heart’s content.