“Tarkó already has a substantial amount of dynamic and exciting graphic art behind him, the direction of which is not yet clearly shaped, but certainly imaginative. We are faced with a young artist who has created a well-founded body of work in the course of only five years since completing his academic studies. The Budapest audience can get acquainted with a cross-section of his art from the last few years, in the Hermann Hall of the Fészek Art Club.”
“His artistic language has its roots in neo-expressionism, street-art and contemporary latino art. Horror vacui, typical of latino painting, is intertwined with the oppressive drama of fear, loneliness and estrangement that is characteristic of Nordic art, but also includes certain interesting motifs testifying to survival that simultaneously create a possible scenario for mankind’s future. These are compositions of people and their continually frightening and oppressive environments. We are also faced with “picture-statements”, paintings that seem to be a simple sentence, a depiction of a state, such as: „…a man“, or „Granny and the flower“. The perspective that makes his art subject to such interpretation, apart from the expression itself, is the insertion of texts, seemingly simplifying and explaining, but such words tend to introduce an additional component and create a tension between the literary and iconic experience.”
“He paints. And he does it well. And what would he paint, if not the loneliness itself that threatens to send him mad?
It is only his paintings that will compensate him, the art, the holy madness. But why not rejoice over this madness that so shapes him? It can be observed from a distance that he is not a typical papa’s boy who became a recreational artist at the wish of his parents. This is a young man well aware of the volcanoes gaping in souls on the verge of existence, perhaps even too aware, they are constantly forced upon him. As the pitfalls opened for Radnóti in Bor. “A shot in the nape (Tarkó = nape). – This is how you will end too, -“, he wrote, for he knew.”