Lost in Transition ~ A short story by Susan Anwin
“This is a non-smoking institution,” another guy from one of the top bunk beds informed him. Jack tsked at him. “C’mon, no one’s gonna notice.”
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International jury awards Brigitte Kowanz’s work for the 13th Cairo Biennale
Her work breaks up boundaries between virtual and real space and reflects on the opportunities, but also the dangers of new technology and social media.
Troubled history through the eyes of two artists from ex-Yugoslavian states
Well-known or long-forgotten photo documentations of the 20th century, processed in different ways by Slovenian Roman Uranjek and Bosnian Radenko Milak.
The Man Who Broke Time ~ A short story by Susan Anwin
“The only sign of life were the signs used to advertise sales. They were still flashing on and off. One of them read: CONGRATS! YOU BROKE TIME!”
Sári Ember wins the Leopold Bloom Art Award
Ani Molnár Gallery is happy and proud to announce that Sári Ember, the gallery’s artist is the winner of Leopold Bloom Art Award 2019.
You’ll Die as Fish ~ A short story by Susan Anwin
“You’ll die as fish. The glass stopped in her hand. What was that supposed to mean? Doesn’t matter, probably just misheard something.”
First There was Darkness ~ A short story by Susan Anwin
Then there was darkness some more, but now there was also light, small and fluttering, like candlelight, but gradually getting stronger…
I realized I could play God, and it freaked the hell out of me
The parents didn’t understand what is happening to their sons. Then one day, when the boys were almost twenty already, truth came to light…
Great things are coming to the reconstructed Trafó next year – interview with director Beáta Barda
A system of multiannual support could sustain independent theatre groups – says Beáta Barda, executive director of the Trafó.
The Boar’s Head ~ A short story by Susan Anwin
She tiptoed out of her room, avoiding the creaky floorboards, crept down the stairs with her heartbeat thundering in her ears.
Posthuman visions, Sleeping Beauty dead, dreams coming true – at this year’s Art Capital
Art Capital, Middle-Eastern-Europe’s biggest visual art festival, launched in Szentendre. The central topic of this year is ‘dream’.
Amazonas, carnivals, rainforests – a composer’s fabulous life in music
Heitor Villa-Lobos applies Johann Sebastian Bach’s characteristic harmonies and counterpoints to Brazilian folk music, and also honoures Mozart…
L-E-V: a heart dancing in living love
Love Chapter 2 is about that kind of love that is always lacking something. A show by L-E-V Dance Company on May 24 in the Trafó.
Talk of Armadale Trees ~ A short story by Susan Anwin
She stayed just for a couple of days in Armadale on the Isle of Skye and chanced upon this pine grove during one of her daytrips.
Traumas of the past come to light in the sordidest ways – interview with Kristóf Kelemen
“You could think agent network was a hidden and secretive organization, but actually it happened in front of public eyes, invisibly.”
The triplets who were 19 when they first met – interview with docu-director Tim Wardle
“When I showed them the finished film for the first time, and they loved it, there was the sense that I had delivered on my promise and that was great.”
Sliding metro doors changed his perception on art and reality – interview with Teun Vonk
“The culture of images might be harmful too. I want to make something where people can feel their body and they can focus on their physical existence.”
Dragonfly-man ~ A short story by Susan Anwin
The dragonfly-man dreamed its ageless, dreamless dreams of endless dimensions, of past, present and future and waited, while generations came and went…
Europe through the eyes of a Finnish and a Hungarian girl – interview with Jenna Jalonen
“Language was the base idea, and we moved towards culture, stereotypes, isolation, communication” – Jenna Jalonen on the performance ‘Long Time No See!’
Daddy is Driving the Car ~ A short story by Susan Anwin
Granny Ainsley chuckled. “Let’s just say one of your forefathers was a little too curious.” Her glance became distant, dreamy. “To see what’s out there.”
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