Dear water drinkers, water eaters, water-dwellers and water-thinkers!

As we all know well 70% of the human body and 75% of the Earth’s surface is water.

As we all know, there’s no pure chance in our world.

Ancient people smarter than us used to say we are what we eat.

Those even smarter than ancient people used to say we are what we drink.

Drinking ourselves is what makes us humans.

We are what we drink and we are what we are swimming in.

Never put off till tomorrow what you may drink today.

We are the breath of air in the water.

We are a bubble floating up, carrying air, bursting or not. Where is it going or swimming ? It thinks:  upwards.

The transcendence of a bubble.

It’s the same water that circulates in our bodies that we circulate in, it’s the same water that flows in us which our city is swimming in.

They say that human is the only creature on earth that (who?) always wants to be someone else.

Other than what it is now.

Whether bursting or not.

Everbody, who pays a little attention, knows that it’s not the river flowing through the city at night, but the city, this huge ship departs. Its strict and quiet sailors weigh the anchor, the many cumbersome chains with huge links rattle and at first, slowly and heavily, then more dynamically the city starts, and the hills nearby sail with it, the trees bend cracking, the towers tremble, and we cruise, only the clouds and the stars can keep up with us.

Destination Japan.

Where the pink blossoms are.

Water, as we’ve learnt it in grade school, is building.

Water, as we’ve learnt it in grade school, is destroying.

Water, as we’ve never learnt it, is living.

Open-eyed, smiling babies in the water.

The Hungarian language says: under the water.

The water under the water.

The most attractive hero of Hungarian literature is Szindbád, the seaman, who has never boarded a ship, but was always travelling.

Beneath our feet, there waves the…

Japan, as we all know, is surrounded by the ocean, embraced by the water.

It is also called an island.

Margaret Island. Japanese Island.

Hungary is a country surrounded by understanding and love, under which there is a secret (or rather non-secret) sea of drinking water, thermal water and artesian water.

Hungary is not called a sziget, however...

Water rules.

Beneath, above and in the middle; it is the water we are.

We rule like lords and can be happy about it.

Water lords, so to say.

We live like fish in the water.

Thus saluting to the eternal and unseverable Hungarian-Japanese relationship finally proved by international British scientists I declare this exhibition open.

Zoltán Kőrösi