Piroska Klesitz
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My first memory of the world in the frame is connected to rain. To black and white. To lines and movements. I pushed my nose against the window, and watched how the rain was hatching the outside world. It was beautiful. It hatched my father's roses in front of the window, the path behind them, the fence, the pavement in front of the house and finally the field on the other side of the pavement and the walnut tree beside. Also, there were people walking in the rain. The rhithm of their steps blurred the lines between the bowing tree in the rain and racing home. These rhitms are still close to me. The games of movements and lines, black and white live in my frames.
- JoinedFebruary 2008
- Current cityGyőr
- CountryHungary
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The quality of each of her individual images is exceptional. Every one shows evidence of careful composition and attention to detail. When taken as a whole body of work, it shows no weaknesses. Her Black-and-White images strike me as particularly beautifully crafted. Look at every line on the skin of the older faces, a… Read more
The quality of each of her individual images is exceptional. Every one shows evidence of careful composition and attention to detail. When taken as a whole body of work, it shows no weaknesses. Her Black-and-White images strike me as particularly beautifully crafted. Look at every line on the skin of the older faces, and the softness of tone of the younger ones. The impact of the work as a whole is stunning.
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