Tamás Varga:
THE HANDS OF THE DEAD
In remembrance of my father, József Varga (1943-1974)
(Gallery of Cloisters of the National Dance Theatre
Budapest, I. [Buda Castle], Színház str. 1-3.
2009.02.19. - 2009.03.15.
The exhibition opened by Avi Danziger rabbi)
"The hands of the dead reach out of the grave
And the glassy eyes are accusing.
Can it be forgiven that I am alive,
That my lips are smooth and my heart is still warm?"
/Tamás
Simon/
Tamás Varga is an artist of outsider art, and has never undertaken formal study of art or photography.
Since 1999, when he first took a reflex camera in his hands he has always
travelled his own path, independent of the established mainstream. This exhibition of his also requires a “picture
reading” method different from the customary.
Passing away is just as much part of human life as
birth. Death is the unbearable secret that petrifies the human heart. It
is a fundamental and definitive change. Motion turns to immobility and the
pulsation of life to silence. The belief in the difference between body and soul
- according to which the soul lives on after the death of the body and its path
continues in an existence outside time - helps to accept the unacceptable
experience of death.
The cemetery is a place for human emotions,
mourning and tears, a place of final rest and absolution. "I like cemeteries"
says Tamás Varga. "They are quiet nooks with little body and much soul. When I
am tired of people I step into a graveyard, the only place in town that
radiates peace. As a tiny speck in infinity I keep tasting the symbiosis of
stones, nature and death."
János Eifert
former president of
Association
of Hungarian Photographers
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