\u201eAurel Popp este un olar? A\u0219a l-am cunoscut: l\u00e2ng\u01ce roata pe care o \u00eenv\u00e2rtea un bulg\u01cere cleios, de lut, ce lua forme bizare sub degetele nervoase ale me\u0219terului.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u00cen semiobscuritatea modestei fabrici de ceramic\u01ce din S\u01cetmar, \u00een huruiala aceia surd\u01ce a muncii umile \u0219i spornice, \u00een atmosfera de vecernie a hrubei, \u00een care muncitorii se confundau cu materialul, de p\u01cereau ei \u00eens\u01ce\u0219i de piatr\u01ce, de ciment sau de clis\u01ce, Aurel Popp mi s-a \u00eenf\u01ce\u021bi\u0219at ca un apostol \u00een mijlocul mul\u021bimei trudnice \u0219i n\u01ced\u01cejduitoare.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Nu sunt deloc un entuziast, iar scepticismul m\u01ce ademene\u0219te grav ca o femeie pasionat\u01ce care agoniseaz\u01ce pe genunchii unui b\u01cetr\u00e2n.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Auzisem de pictorul-sculptor Aurel Popp ca de un personagiu \u0219i aveam acuma \u00een fa\u021ba mea un lucr\u01cetor, dar un lucr\u01cetor cu o senin\u01ce siluet\u01ce nazaritean\u01ce.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Tr\u01ceim \u00eentr-un secol de fariseism feroce, \u0219i pentru asta toate atitudinile ce ies din \u201ebanal\u201c m\u01ce intimideaz\u01ce sau m\u01ce dezgust\u01ce, fiindc\u01ce b\u01cenuesc sub ele minciuna care \u0219tie s\u01ce speculeze calda sentimentalitate a celor mul\u021bi \u0219i pro\u0219ti.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Dar Aurel Popp, \u2013 cu figura de bronz sub p\u01cel\u01ceria mare de postav negru, p\u01cetat\u01ce de uscate urme argiloase, – m-a impresionat ca o vedenie, care ne revine de pe \u021b\u01cermurile unui imperiu al p\u01cecii, al muncii, al iubirei de aproapele \u0219i al respectului religios pentru Art\u01ce.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u00cen atelierul lui, care nu mai era acela al olarului \u2013 un vast atelier, unde lumina larg\u01ce \u0219i molcom\u01ce muia p\u00e2nzele \u00eentr-o baie de argint mat \u2013, Aurel Popp \u00eemi dest\u01ceinui, cu lini\u0219tea ad\u00e2nc\u01ce a omului care a suferit \u00eentre oameni \u0219i pentru oameni, de c\u00e2te n\u01cezuin\u021bi uria\u0219e \u00eei este m\u01cecinat sufletul \u0219i de zv\u00e2cnirea c\u00e2tor planuri nebune stau s\u01ce-i plesneasc\u01ce t\u00e2mplele:<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u2013 Nu sunt pictor. Nu sunt deloc artist. Am crezut c\u01ce sunt. Vremea m-a desmin\u021bit \u2013 \u0219i m-am \u00eentors, nu umilit, dar ren\u01cescut, acolo unde trebuie s\u01ce se \u00eentoarc\u01ce toat\u01ce lumea: la munca umil\u01ce \u0219i cinstit\u01ce.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
O astfel de Art\u01ce \u2013 adic\u01ce o Art\u01ce care s\u01ce aib\u01ce av\u00e2ntul unei predici, ori netezimea t\u01ceioas\u01ce a unei spade \u2013 nu putem face ast\u01cezi. Ne-ar \u00eenchide. \u0219i predica, \u0219i spada sunt deopotriv\u01ce de primejdioase pentru \u201esiguran\u021ba statului\u201c \u2013 c\u00e2nd nu sunt puse \u00een serviciul bandelor organizate care exploateaz\u01ce norodul.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Avem a\u0219a de mul\u021bi arti\u0219ti \u00een \u021bara aceasta \u0219i pretutindeni. A\u0219a de mul\u021bi \u2013 \u0219i at\u00e2tea slugi! \u00cen fiecare artist, o slug\u01ce! F\u01ceuritori de sosuri agreabile \u0219i picante pentru stomacurile putrede ale nababilor tr\u00e2ndavi.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Avem o art\u01ce corupt\u01ce \u0219i corup\u01cetoare, o art\u01ce a parazitismului suprasatisf\u01cecut. Ne-ar trebui una, profund\u01ce, tumultuoas\u01ce, vajnic\u01ce; o art\u01ce \u00een care s\u01ce se oglindeasc\u01ce formidabila fr\u01cem\u00e2ntare intim\u01ce din sufletul noroadelor toate, \u00een care s\u01ce clocoteasc\u01ce strig\u01cetul dup\u01ce dreptatea cea mare, de mult a\u0219teptat\u01ce, \u0219i vuetul n\u01cepraznic al for\u021bei curate ce st\u01ce \u00eentemni\u021bat\u01ce \u00een ad\u00e2ncuri.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Eu am \u00eencercat.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Societatea actual\u01ce nu prime\u0219te \u00eens\u01ce o asemenea art\u01ce, care-i tulbur\u01ce tihna intestinului gros \u0219i-i strecoar\u01ce \u00een suflet o spaim\u01ce stupid\u01ce. Arta mea nu era f\u01cecut\u01ce pentru bucuriile grase ale buricului \u0219i nici nu se punea \u00een slujba \u00eentunericului, savant distribuit ca un narcotic necesar st\u01cep\u00e2nirii, \u00een ob\u0219tea credul\u01ce \u0219i bun\u01ce ca o vit\u01ce.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
:i iat\u01ce-m\u01ce re\u00eentors la munca cea simpl\u01ce, cea curat\u01ce, cea f\u01cer\u01ce nebunie: la munca muncitorului de str\u01cechini, pentru trebuin\u021bele imediate ale vie\u021bii…<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u00cen felul acesta \u00eemi ajut efectiv semenul. C\u01ceci toat\u01ce satisfac\u021bia omului \u00een aceasta se rezum\u01ce: s\u01ce fie de folos aproapelui…<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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Priveam cu ochii umezi \u00een ochii aceia negri, ad\u00e2nci \u0219i buni, ca ochii unei lehuze, \u0219i m\u01ce sim\u021beam dobor\u00e2t ca \u00een fa\u021ba unei drame…<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Soarele \u00eemi sf\u00e2\u0219ia obrajii \u00eens\u00e2ngera\u021bi, dincolo de fereastra mare, \u00een salc\u00e2mii negri \u0219i schilavi din gr\u01cedin\u01ce…<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u00cen umbra atelierului se ivi deodat\u01ce o ar\u01cetare: cu fa\u021ba de cear\u01ce \u0219i bra\u021bele crispate, parc\u01ce \u00een cea din urm\u01ce rug\u01ceciune, un soldat t\u00e2n\u01cer sta \u00een\u021bepenit \u0219i rece \u00een cle\u0219tii s\u00e2rmelor ghimpate, pe marginea tran\u0219eei p\u01cer\u01cesite… \u00cen jurul capului aceluia palid \u2013 (era poate capul unui alt Christos?) \u2013, soarele muribund punea o aureol\u01ce cr\u00e2ncen\u01ce, ca discul unui g\u00e2t ghilotinat…<\/p>\n\n\n\n
A\u0219 putea oare s\u01ce spun pentru ce am pl\u00e2ns \u00een noaptea aceea…?\u201c<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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