By Pier Giorgio Balocchi
Márton Váró’s sculpture seems to live outside time: suspended in an arcadia, it appears to be hovering happily above the clouds, making no concessions to fashion and the ruthless market rules, which often undermine and pollute the purity of artistic research and the joy of sculpting.
Márton is careful to give us only works of extreme grace and delicacy, sculptures in which technique is combined with a tactile vocabulary that is refined and never academic, classical in the way it presents itself like a fragment of ancient music performed masterfully after days and seasons of impassioned study. Works translated into marble that bring back the memory of the masterpieces of the past in the Batignano of Adam Pollock, Giuge Sesti and Italo Calvino.
Márton is Hungarian by birth and lives in the United States. His path in life has been complex and not always easy. But it seems to have brought intense stimuli to his art and certainly has never damped the poetic soul of this man who is so deeply devoted to his work and belongs to the old race of sculptors who actually sculpt.
He is a hewer of stone and marble, and of course a skilled designer, in the best tradition of the artists from beyond the Alps who come like the swallows in spring to the Apuan mountains. A cultured man, rich in charm and absolutely international in his lifestyle, equally at home among the quarries or in Miami or San Francisco. Every spring Márton returns and settles in, above Carrara, up toward the “White,” where the road climbs up past places with ancient, bewitching names... Torano, Canalie, and eventually reaches Piastra. And there, amid the majestic ivory silence, he composes with ruthless energy. At Piastra he creates works in which the breath of time veils the great mastery that is their matrix, works that are also a feast for the eyes of those who are able to gaze beyond the current trends, who are ready to go sailing or saddle up for a journey into nature, those who know how to recognize by touch and with a rapid glance an ancient silk in the heaped fabrics in the little bazaars behind the Sinan Mosque in Damascus. Márton is a sculptor for the few, for those who are capable of enjoying a quartet in the night at San Galgano, but also of living and moving in the contemporary metropolis. It is a pleasure to watch him carving, to admire how he deals with a block of Statuary marble. It is like listening to Uto Ughi’s touch on the violin in Chigiana. He is an artist for those not easily satisfied.If you have the opportunity, you should leave the beaches of Versilia for a few hours and go up to the master’s refuge. You may surprise the master intent on carefully designing a model or engaged in sculpting superb female faces with beguiling bodies, the ravishing figures of young girls in flower or hieratic angels embodied in the enthrallment of sculpture.
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