“TRAUM VOM DENKEN”

“TRAUM VOM DENKEN”

Exhibition: Galerie de Luxembourg – Luxembourg City (1996)

ART can have only one task : to make sparks flare in the darkness, to make visible the invisible…

Jude [Zsidó] - Acrylic on canvas - 196 x 280 cm – 1990/96

Jude [Zsidó] – Acrylic on canvas – 196 x 280 cm – 1990/96

JUDE A neutral scene. There is no hate, no fear, no love. There is nothing, in other words all that is there is what we put there. What you put there : emotions, feelings which come from us and not from others and with which we can fill the scene. It is banal, simple; banal, incredible. Look at it again, it is still and forever neutral, only imagination begins to work. I could even say, look deep inside yourself for the roots of your emotions, but i do not say it.

Last Supper (detail) [Utolsó vacsora.-részlet] - Silkscreen, glasses, wine, clothes 80 x 926 x 25 cm – 1995

Last Supper (detail) [Utolsó vacsora.-részlet] – Silkscreen, glasses, wine, clothes 80 x 926 x 25 cm – 1995

THE LAST SUPPER My last Supper ? Because it also exists. It will certainly come. I could even say that we should consider all our acts as if they were the last, the last before the final judgement, but i do not say it.

Child with Cube

Child with Cube

BOY WITH CUBE In space, in a room, a small child who sees the world through his cubes and who creates. The shadow is larger than the child. Is the shadow also a reality ? Let us dive into the hidden world of our childhoo, i could say, but i do not say it.

Intermediate State

Intermediate State

IMAGES OF AN INTERMEDIATE STATE We are in an intermediate state. A dream is the intermediate point between two states of wakefulness and the state of wakefulness is the intermediate point between two dreams. The state of being is the intermediate point between birth and death. Projections, meetings, signs, changes and variations in space and in the infinite stretch of time. Listen to your inner voice, your inspiration, cultivate them as fully as possible because all other things are an unusable illusion which crumbles to dust. Theory without practice is worth nothing, I could tell you, but I say it to myself.