Hajdu Tamás: Greatest Clicks

The paint is falling off the walls; the old epochal cars are disassembled, and disoriented dogs are walking like ghosts through the dirty snow. But let’s not envisage that everything is part of a decaying surreal painting...

There is always somebody that can repaint a chipped wall, and through practical miracles ruined cars can be transformed into brand new ones. In short, total makeovers are still possible with a little bit of imagination.

I depict the everyday life in my eastern European neighborhood: bits and pieces of a decomposing existence with its highs and lows. Photographs revealing the place's dual nature—the laissez-faire attitude complemented by a strong willingness to change its fate.

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I am the earth./That doesn’t move./I am the earth./A fleshy stone./I inflict myself the decoration of this empty room./There’s dust in every corner.

I look and I breathe in. Your body is alive. Your body is a worm. You slither down and coil around my gaze.

“I’m not going to tell the story the way it happened. I’m going to tell it the way I remember it.“