Exhibitions - The 2004 years' exhibition

Introduction

If I’d try to realize on the basis of the pictures whether their maker is feeling well or is about to commit self-liquidation by amputation, I would be in great trouble. The works of SzGy hits the interested's frontal lobe at first with their de-composedness, aggressive colours and confusing shapes, then – as if nothing happened – disguise themselves as fairy-tales: we actually are nice, friendly and playful characters, we would do no harm to anybody, let’s rejoice together – they say then in the next moment they’ll push the unprepared visitor in the deepest despair again.
And everybody is an Unprepared Visitor, since the foregoing experience shows that we can’t prepare ourselves for these pictures. No sleeping! – as the writer quoth, and no relief either – added I. No handholds, no peaceful bays, or shady trees underneath we could ensconce (retract) ourselves from the felling whirring. And who thinks that this will end after viewing the pictures is wrong, because Captain Zizi stays with us even if we were able to avert our eyes, go home and try to get rid of all of this.
The works of SzGy cause lasting damage like all good things do.

Imre Para-Kovács