Reaching into the ebony vacuum while trying to decipher an artist during an exhibition, can be a chokingly solitary sensation. It is almost virtually impossible to comprehend the display to its full depth without submerging ourselves, thus the current exhibition doesn't invite us into the abyss either, rather brings acid-like renderings, feelings and unearthly snapshots to the surface.
Anikó Huiber
now leads us into Károly Meszlény’s ethereal studio and psyche. Alike roaming an uncharted nocturnal landscape, Huiber rubs herself against the house’s maze of walls, while we’re peeking into the artist’s cradle through her eyes, for only a gasp of breath from a safe distance.
Spatter of impulses, paint birthed veins, dislocated objects upsurging like a whiff of thought. While questing the rooms of the house, it appears as if we’re venturing into Meszlény’s pulsing cerebrospinal. Passion, hunger, freedom and denial. The space soaked in gluey memories, angst, and at times delirium.
Huiber’s exhibition is the chronicle of four months’ collaboration. Every show piece holds the imprint of Meszlény, the dialogue of the two parties, the time spent in the studio, as well as the ways those affected Huiber. The visitors have to reveal one photo at a time along with its feverish note, which are hidden in their rest position, thus creating an intimate and engaging encounter.
