Writings

Zoltán Gonda painter creates in the inebriation of infinite liberty. In this inebriation reality and dream coalesce. He remembers, searches for roots and he is on the wings, he investigates the point where man can exceed the limits. This is the point where the universal and the personal character, the human and the superhuman can meet. This meeting is a communicative situation which is worthy of an artist's brush. The wood, the breeze, the stone and the angel can have a dialog at him. The man is the mediator, although maybe he does not appear on the picture, but his presence is indicated by signs. On the pictures of Zoltán Gonda individual time and space become visible through compressing the universe in a picture. The observer cannot fall back on neither the time, nor the space, however, we can perceive the movement.

Zoltán Gonda frequently prefers graphical solutions filling up the surface with substance. He achieves graphical effects through engraves of rugged pencils and the skin-coat. We can see the crease of the cosmic spherule and through this the universe becomes human-like and human-central. We can interpret this - not intended to be over detailed, but rich in ornamentation in its homogeneity - picture as the re-impression of tenderness and thoughts.

Zoltán Gonda creates visionary surfaces. The pictures which are born by his hand are simultaneously calm and are filled with tension and drama. He lends all the gesture-sequences of nature from human models, from our movements. Nevertheless, he obtains the dynamism for being on the wings from human spirit. Besides colours, figures and episodes he pitches upon the rhythm itself. He obeys the commands of rhythm when he skeletonizes the world only to its happenings. Through abstraction - poetically - mannered - love and pain will be denominated and the adventure of being closed in clay and searching for the unlimited possibilities makes a stronger tension.

Part of this rhythm are all the human destinies lament-smile out of the confinement of the fracture, but quiet and peace are also parts of the rhythm. The colours can show dizzy sturdiness, secret passions despite their experienced silkiness. Zoltán Gonda paints the injured body of the world, and the scars cover a quiescent and wild game.

The light is being born behind the punctures of the earth and man; and a spiritual bridge is being built by the lights between the universal and the micro universal, the human and the over-human, along with between two people.