János Aros

Aros JánosSárospatak több mint 800 éves történelme során sok jelzőt érdemelt ki. Nevezték „iskola város”-nak, „Magyar Cambridge”-nek, „Bodrogparti Athén”-nek, vagy a „magyar forradalmak oroszlánbarlangjá”-nak.

Sok híres ember élt, vagy megfordult itt, ám Magyarország történetében kevés olyan személyiség van, mint Szent Erzsébet, akinek emlékezete 800 év óta országunk, sőt az egész kontinensünk, s a világ kereszténységének emlékezetében elevenen él.

Sárospatak a mában is igyekszik pezsgő szellemi életet élni és bátran tekint a jövőbe. Ennek egyik bizonyítéka a negyedszázada folytonos – a maga műfajában igen ritka - nemzetközi bábfesztivál, amelyre az összes kontinensről érkezett már - nem is egy – fellépő. A művészetpedagógiai konferencia kiteljesíti és a napi pedagógia számára elérhetővé teszi mindazt, amit a művészek kétévente tesznek az asztalra.
Ez a sárospataki művelődés és pedagógia egyik sajátos megjelenése.

Sárospatakon, Zemplén kulturális fővárosában köszöntöm az idelátogatókat, a bábfesztivál iránt érdeklődőket! Kívánom, érezzék jól magukat! Kérem, őrizzék meg emlékezetükben Erzsébet szülővárosát és látogassanak el ismét, amint tehetik!

dr. Rózsa Hoffmann

Hoffmann Rózsa

I would love to join you at the opening of the 8th Arts Education Conference as what can bring more genuine professional pleasure than seeing that our expectations meet with that of many experts in theory and practice.

Arts education is not only one of the main aims of our education policy and encouraging ability, it speaks as much about the only possible exploitable national resource, how we can raise children to be harmonious individuals, intelligent people whose intellectual and emotional status is in accordance with their abilities. As with every comparison, mine will also be a little flawed: education without arts education is like the garden that produces only for the market – it contains no flowers. It may be useful but there is nothing the eye can delight in, no fragrance, it does not expand our perspective.

That is why I recommend the work of this conference since in our shared desire we work for the creation of a Hungary where young people not only hear uproarious laughter but the piano too, not only garish advertising catches their eye but an Ecce Homo too, not only the thunder of the disco makes their hearts beat but also a Hungarian poem or folk song.

It is in this spirit that I wish you a rich, beautiful conference of a high standard.

dr. Hoffmann Rózsa.  

Marcell Jankovics

Jankovics Marcell

Bring the puppets out of your pockets!

Not for the first time and, we hope, not for the last time. Thirteen is an unlucky number! A successful series cannot reach its end on exactly the 13th occasion. The least it should reach is its 14th!

Jankovics Marcell


Gyula Urbán: obeisance and confession in front of the statue of the unknown child

Urbán GyulaForgive me for not knowing you until now, at least knowing you a little.
Forgive me for not even really trying.
Forgive me for not knowing what your symbol in infant school is, and exactly why you chose it.
Forgive me for being too lazy to discover your little universe, which is larger – but at the very least different than ours.
Forgive me that my desire for my SELF REALISATION drove me more than serving you.
Forgive me that, while I was envisioning social recognition of myself and my genre, I forgot about you:
I did not entertain you, I did not make you laugh therefore I did not educate you but peeked instead at the false critics acting powerfully, arrogantly and as though they are the only experts.
Forgive me that I did not fight for the alleged fame – they played and play the pieces I wrote for you in one hundred and twenty theatres – for you but in the belief of the recognition of my contemporaries – or, what is even worse, for the irritation of my colleagues.
Forgive me my child, that I did not raise my voice enough when, in the children’s theatre, someone with power raised the shiny toilets that had been at your height.
Forgive me that naive, even pompous, statement in honour of the foundation of UNIMA, established on 20th May 1929, in which they politicise all over the place, You were not even mentioned.
In the preamble there is a universal statement on Human rights, in which – what does God allow! – only the 25th clause refers to children in English, a language I hope you will learn, in the following manner:
(2) Motherhood and childhood are entitled to special care and assistance.

Do you understand?

The other 29 clauses deal with Humanity, in more detail than about you.
And here am I, to whom one of the founding fathers said specifically what I had to do for the money that the state offered with your name.

Do not make a production for yourself or for your colleagues – he said – because that is a dangerous game; almost as dangerous as when footballers forget that football is about goals.

“Before you choose a piece, go into the pub, the church, the market, the school, the nursery and spend a lot of time on the street,” he continued.
Forgive me, my little friend, that I did not accept that even though there is a pub on every corner, a church in every village, and I bet that we do not need to go too far to find a school or a nursery either.
Forgive me, my dear little unknown person, who could even be my grandchild, and who, if we start with your size only, always looked up to me.
Now, near the end, allow me to look up to you.
In case something beautiful and true can be discerned, the something that exists under the ungainly little sun you drew does actually exist somewhere in this world.
All that, of course, does not concern you.
You are only interested in external matters!