Women's Faces by Jozsef Bozsits

I was just preparing everything for my birthday. The friends, the schoolmates and the collegues disappeared so long time ago. My carreer as an artist started as a hobby.When I was an elementary school student I took extra classes in drawing and photography. Besides this I could not show up any certificate if I had not bought a Hewlett-Packard notebook. The Hewlett-Packard has changed my life. Beside the computer, the digital camera and the special printer technology it offered several diverse online courses.I completed different courses and received certificates about photography, retouching pictures, scrapbooking, digital scrapbooking and making photo gifts. As much as I could I learnt on these online courses. The company had a special offer for all those who worked with hp products, it settled down an agreement with the Portfolios.com. Everyone could upload a basic portfolio free of charge. Five pictures, not that much, but finally I was listed among professional digital artists who made job deals by advertising themselves at the Portfolios.com. Since then the website changed its name into Creative Shake but it stayed the same.

Soon I recieved an invitation to a new website which was not yet open to public. The Jamuse also expected digital artists to sign up. Personally, this invitation was the quick and high appreciation of my photography, because I was invited to be a Site Advisory Board Member, one in a two dozens of artists. As a board member my task is to advise the site to digital artists as well as the audience. I felt in trouble, because I am appreciated abroad but I could never stand on my feet in the Hungarian world of art. Then a strange coincidence happened. Since I did not want to spend my birthday alone, I decided to organize a virtual birthday party. I invited my friends from the Art Bistro, from the Jamuse and further on I set my birthday with several people from the latest networking website, the Tagged. What else could I say, people came. I made friends with 28 people within two days. There was a man who seemed somehow different from the others.

The man in a black jumper held a traditional camera in front of his face. The camera covered the half of his face.There was a half of a teasing smile on the visible side of his face.

People say if someone is keen on sex, he is not keen on computing. I has never been keen on sex. In the black jumper and holding his camera in his hand he looked shy and devoted to photography.But his half of a smile and the wink introduced a man who creates a communication channel between himself and his model. No matter if he is channeling his own sexuality, this communication is alive, vibrant, fervid and he needs his whole body to do this.His sex-appeal that made me go crazy was simply a challenge for me. I wanted to know more about this man than the photo showed. I wrote him a message, hey, cameraman! A nice and kind answer arrived. The sentences came cautiously.

The tension inside me reached the top. His portrait described a man who was ready to go to hell in order to be successful. There are artists who get a nervous breakdown when it is about to face the gate of hell and there are people who are invincible and come back from the empire of the evil with an indescribable, supernatural power. Jozsef Bozsits belongs to the latest category. The sex, the sexuality, the question of where we belong make us excited in all our life in the worst case. We are the outcasts of both the upper and the lower worlds. Jozsef Bozsits offers the answer to the outcast. The sex for him is a continously existing and open channel with the help of which he possesses his model and settles down the question of her belonging to him. All the models belong to him and now I also belong to him.

Jozsef Bozsits crystally clear appealing technique is the secret of his every success in art. It is not enough to transmit the visual message, the audience must participate in the process of what we call art.

Jozsef Bozsits's model must understand her role. The sleepy faces without the make-up reminded me the cold and wet dawns, but later I learnt that the pictures were taken in the twilight. Natural lights. As if the fire burning in the photographer set on fire all the unprepared, make-up missing faces. When I clicked at the www.photojoshi.hu website and had a glance at three faces there, I felt all the previous installations would burn down in my mind until dust.