Category: The Arts

DA VINCI AND THE MIGRANTS

If you had to name the icons or paragons who embody the idea of European culture for you, how many names would you come up with before remembering Leonardo da Vinci? Most people would certainly include him in their top ten, possibly five, and some would quite likely think of

THE FIRST GOLDEN AGE OF THE MŰCSARNOK

Painting in Central Europe in the Era of Emperor Franz Joseph To celebrate the 120th Anniversary of its inauguration in 2016 the Budapest Art Hall (Műcsarnok) organised a Jubilee Exhibition focusing on its First Golden Age in the reign of Emperor Franz Joseph.1 The aim of this show was twofold: to demonstrate the extent of Budapest’s international artistic contacts2 and to show the

SKAZKA – A POEM

Once in a fictivetime, in a fabulousland,a rider forced hisway across thesteppes, hurried to war, butin the nearingdistance, through thesteppe’s dust- haze,the dark wood – warnings nettles –scrape at his heart:tighten your saddle –fear the forest’sstream – but the knightdisobeyed. He rode inhaste,winged into a rushonto the woodedrise. And leaving

THE SCHOOL OF ANDRÁS KOVÁCS AND THE TRANSYLVANIAN RENAISSANCE

On the Occasion of his Receiving the Jenő Szervátiusz Award, Budapest, 12 November 2015 The Jenő Szervátiusz Award was originally created to honour artists (painters, sculptors and graphic artists), but since 2005, it has also been awarded each year alternately to art historians and journalists, in order to direct the

ÖDÖN LECHNER: MAVERICK, DREAMER, PATRIOT – AN ARCHITECT OF MODERNISATION

For more than a century the complexity of Ödön Lechner’s experiment with a “Hungarian style” has generated fierce theoretical debates, often strongly influenced by contemporary politics. It is the sort of topic that inspires each new generation of scholars to explore anew the construction of nationalism in the fine arts.

CLASSIC HUNGARIAN POEMS OF THE SECOND WORLD WAR

Gyula Illyés (1902–1983)RIVERS, FJORDS, SMALL VILLAGES…  Waterloo, Wagram, Mohi – what were they Before their mild and empty names were filled With keenings, and a thousand deaths went sailing Away to shell the overcast? Unskilled We were in you, in fjord, hamlet, field And equable river. And your fate incurred