My honest name is Gergely Kacsó and I was born to this world at the spring of 1987. I don’t want to mention the irrelevant phases of my life, I’d rather talk a little about the way I walked at the fields of art.
My mother is a teacher, and my father is a ceramist. For more than ten years he takes an active part in the work of many international art camps, there I usually follow him. Thanks to him I was lucky to get to know many contemporary art geniuses like István Korbely, András Győrfi, Kálmán Makláry, János Sebestyén, not to mention every one of them. I think I must have disturbed them when I was running around their easels. They made me sit, gouged out three or four colours from their tubes and gave a brush to my hands to paint instead of making perturbance.
I think my carreer began this way.
According to this story I’d like to add that finally I painted a picture that was accidentally framed and exhibited at the camp’s closing show. ( There must have been a wall that nobody wanted for his work but couldn’t be left bare. ) This is how my first picture was exposed. For everyone’s – especially mine – surprise after the opening ceremony a young couple from Kecskemét found and bought my gorgeous creation for ten thousand forints. I bought my first brushes and tubes of paint from that money. This „period of dyeing” did not last too long. I was painting at home for about one and a half year, than I stopped because the lack of inspiration.
A couple of years ago I changed my mind. As always I was with my good father at the usual early-summer art camp, but that time something had got to me. Maybe I inhaled too much turpentine, but I’ve started to have the „ I want to paint” feeling again. This is really common when you are surrounded by artists and ordinarily goes with the wind, but not that time. July passed, august came and the buzz was still inside.
I brought out the raunchy plastic bag from the ceiling that had an old ice-cream box inside there I kept my painting equipment. My home raised toad used to live in that box so there were holes on the top.
My paintings were quiet strange. A lots of old men, purple-dressed woman on the field, wizard in a hat. I rejected those directions soon because I did not feel them my own. It wasn’t my thing to paint figures. Colours, stripes, patches dropped passionately to paper or wood unites to a cavalcade that I can express my feelings and emotions with. This way I found abstract.
Individual exhibitions:
8-31. May, 2008 - Út gallery, XVIIIth district, Budapest
5-24. January, 2009 - Kő-Café gallery, Fittness Center of Kőbánya, Budapest
13. October - 13. November, 2009 - Ciris International Reproduction Institute, Budapest
January, 2010 - Renée Café
18. March - 16. April, 2010 - Café Vian, Budapest
Collective exhibitions:
1999 - Csuta art-camp. Békés
2001 - Father and Son exhibiton at the Culture Hall of Rákoshegy, Budapest
2007 - November, II. „Rákosmenti” Art-exhibition, Budapest
2008 - Hungarian Day Of Culture, House of Renée Erdős, Budapest
2009 - February, „Cékl’art” exhibition of contemporary fine and applied art, Budapest
2009 - May, "Introduction of Rákosmente", Zentelke - Romania
2009 - June, "60 + 22" Father and Son exhibiton, Orosháza2010 - Hungarian Day Of Culture, House of Renée Erdős, Budapest
2011 - Hungarian Day Of Culture, House of Renée Erdős, Budapest
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