Rudolf Buday

How to make an introduction about a man whose art-works are all about "perfection" ...?!
They speak about ubiquity of himself in each painting. They speak about perfect imperfection of human virtue. They talk about painfull "simplicity". Just look at the "whirlpool of life"; the very first Buday's painting, which talks about the repetition of everything (again, again, again ...). Stories about "The rest of hell" are very down to earth and substantial, emotionless, crude, stinky ... Simply - IT IS " THE REST OF HELL" !!!
How to make an introduction for a man whose paintings are talking about mockery of mutilation ? How ?
How ? How ?
It seems like I do not know my friend Buday. But yet I know him for 22 yrs. now !!
Never mind me and my thaughts; let's just take a good look at his paintings as the only things that really matters. "Mellowness and calmness of the soul" is a book with thousand pages, it's the rising of beauty, the coming-out of depresion, and at the end; it all colapses with "Spilled responsibility".
He mocks the Sun. "The Sun - survival of torture" is a mockery of life, resistence to a time in wich he lives and finally - the survival of torture. His opus ain't "his". His opus is a reflection of humanity, it's full of "glossy light" as transparent as human soul.
What more is there to be said about a man, whose art-work is an explosion of expressions, each painting running ahaed of the next one. Energy bursting, images fighting each other; images that defry each other. Those paintings are living multiple separat lives, they breath, lough and feel ... they are alive.
I am going to close this review with Buday's own words:"I am not totally satisfied...". Those words bring us to the very essence of the matter and back to the begining of this text - talking about perfect imperfection.
I feel exhausted just by looking at Buday's paintings, even far more exhausted by speaking about them; but non the less; at the same time I feel satisfied and blissfull.
Darko Janjić (custos)
POST SCRIPTUM:
What is the price ? The price of what ?

Kako napraviti uvod za čovjeka čija djela govore o "savršenom" ...?.
Govore o sveprisutnosti njega samog u svakoj slici.
Govore o savršenoj nesavršenosti ljudskih vrlina, govore o boli "jednostavnosti".
Pogledajte vrtlog života, prvo djelo Buday-a koje priča o ponavljanju svega (iznova,iznova,iznova...).
Priče o "ostatku pakla" su ovozemaljske i stvarne bez emocija, surove, smrdljive kao svinjska crijeva,
kao pileći želuci, govorim ovozemaljski, tupo - to je "ostatak pakla"!!!
Kako napraviti uvod za čovjeka čija djela govore o ruglu osakačenosti.
Kako, kako, kako, čini mi se da ne znam prijatelja Buday-a !!! A znam ga 22 godine !!!
Ali odvratit ću Vam misli svoje na djela njegova.
"Blagost ili mirnoća duše" je knjiga sa tisuću stranica, dolazak ljepote, izlazak iz depresije,
a onda se sve ruši "prolivenom odgovornošću". Ruga se suncu. "Sunce kao opstanak mučenja"
je izrugivanje životu, pokazivanje zubi vremenu u kojem živi i konačno, opstanku mučenja.
Njegov opus nije "njegov", on je u svim ljudima, on je pun "staklenih svjetlosti" kao prozirnost ljudske duše; što više reći o čovjeku čija djela su eksplozivna, svaka slika se gura ispred druge, energija traži oslobađanje, djela se svađaju međusobno, ne mogu zajedno. I konačno, djela se ne gledaju, ona žive i osjećaju se, dišu, smiju se.
Završit ću Buday-evim riječima "Ja nisam zadovoljan do kraja".
To govorim u početku ovog teksta, govorim o savršenoj nesavršenosti.
Zašto sam iscrpljen kad gledam i pišem o njegovim djelima, a zadovoljan i blažen ?

Darko Janjić (kustos)

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