Human by Gábor Arion Kudász
To begin this work I chose my own narrow horizon, that is, limited enough for me to inhabit while flexible enough to examine all that is human. At the very start, an enigmatic object accidentally got in my way. It was a brick, which later on proved to be the perfect symbol, so many human qualities are compressed into it.Gábor Arion Kudász
Bricks, taken in isolation, are more or less pointless. Like us, they only acquire their raison d’être in association with their fellows.
It is in their community that they have meaning. Whenever a brickie lays them out in any one of an infinite number of patterns, they form the structures of our houses, walls, factories and offices.
They mark the boundary between Inside and Outside – between the inner kraal in which humanity subsists and the dangerous otherness of the bush, the desert, the sun and snow. As in any aesthetic enterprise, the successful interaction of function and form determines the beauty or ugliness of the building. People have been making and using bricks for thousands of years. excerpt from MAX FERGUSON text on splashandgrab blog