Small death

A selection of works by students of the Gaál József -Tayler Patrick Nicholas class of the Hungarian University of Fine Arts. Exhibitors: → Anka Arnóth, Norbert-László Bálint, Ákos Bokody, Orsolya Csontos, Zsanna Horváth, Viktória K. Kasza, Kata Kiss, Noémi Kollár, Lili Kovács, Virág Kármán, Eszter Nagy, Bálint Sándor Palágyi, Viktória Pintér, Eszter Polner, Ödön Szécsi, Szandra Talpai Curator: → Gábor Kozák Opened by: → Patrick Nicholas Tayler With: → Kata Szászvárosi - vocals → Tihamér Kovács - guitar Every subject has within itself a moment of disintegration, which can occur at any time. We remember the state of formlessness. By stimulating the right points, the unstable structure can be easily overturned. Outreach. Over and over again, nothingness intrudes and we strain our muscles to squeeze it out, but we never manage to do a complete job, there is always an uncovered surface, a dark corner. In the desperate search, we are also crowding out others. There is too much to keep out, so we become the outcast. A gap through which we can fall or a crack through which we can be crushed. Inside the room, we see ourselves, strangers among strangers. We strip, we undress. We'd like to fit in there too. Stretching figures, shadows, bodies obscuring themselves in rapid movement. Everything happens in a hurry, too fast to reach the limits of understanding. With our fingers we try to stretch the narrow section, the boundary of our cognition. But we get caught. Suddenly they're dressed back in their learned manners and angrily tell someone to patch the hole. — The French term "La petite mort", meaning "little death", was used as a synonym for love ecstasy, but as the language changed, it took on new meanings. A curious change that places us on the threshold of a different sphere of existence, a momentary glimpse of what really surrounds us, but a complete existence, a dissolution, would paradoxically involve the disappearance of the self. It is always a question of a rupture being created, of a previous state of being momentarily terminating another. "Disease is not a strong enough word. At that moment the personality dies. Its death at that moment gives place to the bitch who takes advantage of the silence, the absence of the dead."- Bataille According to Bataille, everyday life is a continuous interruption, whereas the natural state of man is continuity. Ritual, death, sacrifice and erotic union give him a sense of completeness. He experiences this only for a moment, then falls back into tragic discontinuity. This may open up the possibility of a new approach to the concept of death. In his book My Death, Péter Nádas writes: "There could be no mundane object, nor did I seek one in which I could feel the infinite rapture for which I always longed in the bodily existence I shared with others. I never achieved it."