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Meditation on mountains and rivers

A painting by Peter Solymosi

A painting by Peter Solymosi  

THOUGH CELEBRATED Hungarian artist Peter Solymosi left his country in 1985 and emigrated to Sweden as a political dissident, he never allowed his political leanings to cast a shadow on his work. And even now he is acknowledged as one of the best in landscapes and portraits and still lives with an intense attachment to line and light. Delhiites will get an opportunity to see some of his works during a month-long exhibition, titled "Contemplations in the Mountains", which is being organised by the Hungarian Information and Cultural Centre here from September 2.

The paintings on display would, like his earlier works, be layered with subtle allegory or story, this time told by the curve of a horizon or the shadow of a glass filled with water.

In this series, all the paintings were conceived and created at Manali in Himachal Pradesh.

Incidentally, Solymosi's first New York paintings and graphic print series were inspired by the life forms and unconscious shapes in the city and the series therefore had such themes as "cockroach" and "pilings".

The exhibition would also inform about the turmoil in the life of Solymosi, who was born in Hungary in 1966 and grew up in Dunaujvaros, a small town on the Danube. Upon migrating to Sweden in 1985, where he enrolled as a linguistic student, he began to paint seriously and came out with the "excavation paintings". Thereafter in 1992, after the sweeping political changes in Hungary, he returned to his homeland and was back at the Academy of Fine Arts in Budapest. It was here that he studied under Gabor Dienes and developed a liking for landscapes and portraits.

Over a period of time, Solymosi began applying a certain intuition for redefining Euclidean geometry. He also began meditating by the river front and his latest works reflect on the rhythm and atmosphere seen there.

In his own words: "The river as a symbol represents the flow of mind. Its appearances and shapes change every second. Therefore there is no such thing as East River in New York city but a drifting with the flow of images anchored in moods of realisation." And while he is endeared to the river, he believes the "city is a Beast - the collective mind of its inhabitants appears as a brute, instinctive creature."

By Gaurav Vivek Bhatnagar

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