Bálint Norbert-László - Délibáb
Opened by SAWA, Ákos Bokody, musical performance
The enemy, whether external or internal, is always an embodiment of that which we fear or wish to reject. The enemy does not need to have a real presence to have an effect on us, as it can be a generated construct, an internal demon, or even a nebulous, oppressive threat that sometimes holds us together and sometimes tears us apart. Enemy imagery is a means of directing the emotions or tensions within us towards a nameable target. But what happens when it suddenly dawns on us that this image, forged from assumptions, is an illusion, a disintegrating mirage, born only of the particular interference of our perspective and our mental perspectives.
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In the image of the enemy, we see the invisible alterity of ourselves revealed, the suggestion of the unrepresentable: the nameless taking shape in alter egos and doppelgangers, the paranoid figuration of shadow and absence. The mirage is the haunted place where all this happens: the scene of the figure, removed, alienated, ever receding from itself, and its perpetual inaccessibility.The body is also a mirage, its essence always escaping.The promise of representation shimmers out of embodied matter like a mirage: this is flesh and blood.We give the enemy an appearance, wrapping it in mirages, just as we force our own bodies into ambivalent forms: objectifying the gaps and distortions to make our inner tensions more tangible.
But at the same time, it is not only disgust but also attraction that can fuel the formation of the enemy. Hidden in this oscillation between desire and rejection, the projection fluctuates in a double form: sometimes attracting, sometimes repelling, sometimes pushing away, sometimes holding back, incessantly questioning our worth and our self-identity. Does it even exist? In essence, it is shaped by the fears and doubts projected upon it, and its impact is felt in our daily struggles, both personal and interpersonal.
But when will it become clear that the enemy we are fleeing from doesn't exist, but we have given it a face? What can dispel the foggy edges of a vision shaped by emotions, revealing the sharp contours of flesh-and-blood reality? Proximity? Why do we walk the precarious space between light and shadows, reading the shadows of a haunted earthly existence, when we could be chiseling the backdrops of details bathed in light?
On view until 22 February, Tuesday to Friday 10am to 2pm, Saturday 10am to 1pm.