“And we, too, had a relationship—
Tight wires between us,
Pegs too deep to uproot, and a mind like a ring
Sliding shut on some quick thing,
The constriction killing me also.”
/Sylvia Plath: The Rabbit Catcher – excerpt
translation by Dezső Tandori/
“(…) the object, the material of the trap, is thus transformed back into a mind, all
the more easily because the mind has so often been on the path of transformation
into destructive structures; Kafka comes to mind again, his penal colony; and Plath
does not hold back: ‘The constriction killing me also.ʼ”
/Dezső Tandori: The Hinge of the Shutter/
Through my recent work, I explore the metaphorical domains of the trap as a
dimensional gateway. In the trap, I interpret the agency of the landscape as being
dramatically hijacked by man. The imagery captures moments of arming and
disarming – the former clearly driven by human intention, the latter as if by other
forces.
