Simple, strong signs. Simple, everyday things. man, woman, house, an obviously
cultivated tree, a park. A bending road in the wood. Bukta takes hold of the
reality in these paintings on its very level, where we talk about it, where
we understand it without any difficulty. We do not have to think much about
what his motives are: his paintings are populated with familiar objects. A
man stands for a man, a sign for a sign. After the beginning there are a number
of possibilities for contemplation and - unfashionable as it is nowadays -
lyric. The signs of the sign language, and his brownish, bluish landscapes
defining, pointing at a place, at a region on the earth, that is so familiar
to us, and which - with the power of this designation - could become home.
And now, in this scene of our life, Evil appears: the heaps of rocks, common
objects of landscapes play this role, menacing with their brutal forms the
inner peace of this paintings. We are very close here to the idea of the Baroque
naturalism: the principles of the divine spheres of the universe can be seen
even in the smallest, most insignificant, most ordinary thing."
text by Koppany Varga