Degenerate Art II.

The biggest difference between the old exhibition and this one is the intention. Then those works were exhibited as a deterrent, now we are showing them as an example to follow. Then all the artists were unwillingly included, now most of them are here willingly, we have only asked for a few works from private collections. Then the exhibition was in a large state museum, now it is in a small private gallery. That was in Munich, this is in Budapest, it was organised by the state, this is the will of a few people. And that was a different era from this one. The installation will be similar: we will deliberately put the pictures on the wall very densely, almost overlapping into each other, but whereas in the old exhibition they were meant to be undignified, we just want to make the experience more concentrated.

We don't wait to be pilloried, we stand up on our own.

Let's see who we have and who we haven't:

Not people who paint trapezoids, stripes, squares, paralelograms, ovals in azure blue, Naples yellow and beige to create soulless office decorations without the slightest real intention of creating.

Nor do clowns making children's book illustrations, whose only motivation in creating is that one of them has achieved the most sacred of goals: the greatest material success with the least investment of energy possible.

Nor works that are created along a disjointed, forced concept that is not reflected in the works themselves, in fact only to include in the description of the event all the call words that the confused, conformist creator thinks are trendy and current and expects to be caressed for it.

We said no to works of cold calculation and biomorphically motivated cuteness. But also to all other cuteness.

We dare to say that those we invite have a soul, dare to live, dare to die, dare to make statements, dare to be different, dare to be in love, dare to make love, dare to be abject, dare to mock, dare to laugh wildly, dare to be mad, dare to be sad, dare to be critical, even of themselves.

They dare to show emotions, real events, to add black colour to the palette, to create without justification, without lengthy explanations.

They do not see art as a science, not as a doctrine or a task to be justified or proven, but as a mystery, where sometimes you have to accept that there is no solution, only the spectacle. Their art is not a sociological or psychological fiction, but a projection screen for their innermost self, which is eternally searching for possibilities of expression.

"They are serious, but not serious."

They have imagination, they're not afraid to immerse themselves in it, they can turn their inner anger and rage into creative energy.

The only news about their art is not the new auction record that someone has manipulated for them.

They're the ones that one-time buyers avoid because they're too "rough", too "disturbing". The ones even collectors are afraid to touch. The ones whose work is chosen by the husband and then two days later, at the wife's request, not bought for the sake of family peace. Those who would have no chance of getting into a corporate or bank collection, as they would be inexplicable in the acquisition portfolio.

We are doing this exhibition because we are afraid that these artists are slowly dying out and we are in the last moment now!

We apologize to our friends who we did not invite due to lack of space!