Los Angeles

George Csengeri

Paideia Gallery

There is a considerable sense of paradox in these recent oils by Hungarian George Csengeri. Yet their paradox does not seem to lie in any emotional tensions generated by artistic intent. In spite of nicely woven interplays between textures and extremely subtle color variations, the artist manages to imbue his paintings with a grave stillness. Stillness itself can take many forms. There is the quiet before the storm and the silence after. There is that of a man sleeping and that of a man dying. And therein lies the paradox, for these paintings dote upon a silence wholly enigmatic; and, as one senses, beyond the power of the artist to control. It is as if these wandering tours from sandy textures to the earthen colors of a volcanic ash are fraught with an undefined danger, and one is tempted to assume the artist walked too softly lest this dubious balance be too abruptly jarred.

It is almost impossible to consider them out of the context of contemporary European painting. Certainly there are differences, yet these still retain the look. Or, as has been suggested, the atmosphere, of such as Antoni Tapies.

Clair Wolfe

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