Bajkó Anikó kiállítása (Dorottya utcai kiállítóterem, Budapest, 1988)
The task is set. A peculiar constellation: my point of observation is absurd and I gain a broader and broader view upon it. Spoonful after spoonful I fell an unappeasable hunger for the thick of the soup, the big-headed nails, the uneatable cordnoodles. The rest I leave. Darkness is a mighty lord. I cannot have enough of its illusions. Now, at daybreak I open my eyes, an axe swishes towards my forehead at supersonic speed. The position allows me only to see the handle and the edge but not the blade: the head maintains its perpendicular position all along the bee-line orbit. Others would be clever and cautious, I hurl myself into the impetus of the swish. I do not turn aside, I do not reel, I want the injury, I want certainty. There is no more appropriate, more suitable experience in this phase of the Möbius-mystery. Reach out for yourself, turn yourself inside out and bring your skin back from nothing — thus spoke the lecture. All of a sudden you realize that your consciousness and all your senses have remained on the other side. They have got used to it. Colours, Smells, tastes and feelings have all changed sides to the army of the shadowempire. You are enslaved by the tyrant: perfect experience. Reality is but a faded coin. Small-shots scattered on the road and in the grass. Hunters heve been here. They have left signs to find their way back to the stop. Everybody leaves signs to find a way back. I live on signs. They are getting fewer but never run out. I have not yet found the way to vaporize, to disintegrate into thin air the signs I would otherwise leave behind: a trace of my wet bottom in the armchair, traces of my steps, my fingerprints on the objects around, saliva of my sentimentality as it sputters in the air. In what kind of isotope cemetery can I bury the radioactivity of my heart? I wish I could enter the picture and walk along that road. Here everything fades, there the autumn is gaining colour, the air is sweet, fragrant, a sensuous country. Is it autumn or summer? There rambles my beautiful rabid fox chasing deer — there races my beautiful deer escaping from himself on a frieze. Ágnes Gyetvai Bibliography ANIKÓ BAJKÓ Address: Budapest V., Veres Pálné u. 8. H-1053 Hungary Born: Budapest, 1947 Studies: Hungarian Academy of Applied Art, 1973. Solo Exhibits: 1975. Zwinger, Kőszeg 1978. "Finding”, Eger 1984. Budapest Showroom, Budapest Main Exhabitions: 1973. 1st Industrial Textile Biennial, Savaria Museum, Szombathely 1974 — 76 — 78 — 84. Hungarian Textile Biennial, Savaria Museum, Szombathely 1975 — 76 — 77 — 79 — 81 — 83. Textile Workshop at Velem 1976. "Textile Graphics” Hungarian National Gallery, Budapest 1977. “Modem Hungarian Textile Art” exhibition from the collection of the Savaria Museum, Stadt - museum Linz, Austria, “Modern Hungarian Textile Art”, Nordjyllands Art Museum, Aalborg, Denmark 1978. "Textile after textile”, Gallery 40, Eger 1979. “The Textile Workshop at Velem” exhibition in Joanneum, Graz, Austria “Textile without textile” invitational exhibition, Club of Young Artists, Budapest and Velem Textile Workshop, Velem 1980. “The Intelligent Hand”, Art Hall, Budapest “Textile Workshop at Velem 1975 — 79”, Nagy Balog János showroom, Budapest 1981. “Objects, situations and counterpoints for soft materials”, Art Hall, Budapest 1982. “Photo-textile”, Fészek Gallery, Budapest “Modern Hungarian Textile Art from the collection of the Savaria Museum”, Hamburg, FRG 1983. “Veil”, Fészek Gallery, Budapest “Situation”, Budapest Showroom, Budapest 1984. 5th International Biennial of Miniature Textiles, Savaria Museum, Szombathely “New Textile”, selection from the collection of the Savaria Museum, István Király Museum, Székesfehérvár 1985. “Contemporary Hungarian Textile Art”, House of Arts, Bratislava and National Museum, Prague, Czeshoslovakia 1986. “Magic Works”, Budapest Showroom, Budapest