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Dorottya Abigél

Visual Artist | Author

Who am I...

 

I am a visual artist and author, with an MA in Fine Arts.

 

Who am I...

 

An expression of sight. A tool of form – a reflection of enduring emotions – a mind to be in - turned, for thoughts to explore their own appearances.

 

There is only so much... still way more beyond to think of. When one feels inclination to explore, the self – as form – becomes an object for reflecting. Artists can reframe in many aspects, deep - ending of ever - lasting. And still, what remains is what once was, as it happened to take the edge in aim; care to figure.

 

Knowledge is in refinement of vision; exploring within can reach yet further; in expand of outer – layered.

 

There are thoughts that require words to wonder, there are visuals yearning for imagery, there are shapes that take part in - forming, and there are peculiar eyes that dare appearing.

 

From the wider scales to fragments of details, I am interested in the very fractions of inner - hold. For there is depth behind those segments. There is a curious light in mindful observation, analysing, conversation, out – reach – intrigued. The beauty of thoughts, from perception to reflection.

 

My work has always been drawn towards the meeting point of art, philosophy and psychology – towards questions of the psyche, identity and the horizon of being. Finding balance within the contradictory, assessing the core in contrast with the passing; the abstract of details and the shades of betweens.

 

The main fields of my university studies were Fine Arts, Art Psychopedagogy and Art Therapy.

 

After completing my Master's, I lived in London for five years, allowing myself the time and distance to understand more clearly what I wanted my artistic direction to become.

 

Then we moved to Japan, where we lived for five years.

This period was an important chapter in my inward exploration. I took my time and space to contemplate myself, existence, and perception; to understand the circuits of my brain, from its neuroscientific characteristics to its psychological peculiarities. This helped me to gradually understand the aspects of my artist presence and to find peace by understanding the depth and nuances of my perception.

 

With that clarity, my direction narrowed to a more defined awareness.

 

These years were interestingly contrasting, since I grew up inhaling the bracing, sharp air of forests, essential greens of Transylvania. In – sense depth, heavy grasp of our Hungarian heritage, the beautiful pain of aching folk songs and grace of mythological tales. There is depth when the felt exhales – the weight of words, and still – it keeps in – remain cutting to your soul. As if the learnt was own. Lasting in spear of inherited, there is grace in sorrow.

 

Since my earliest days, art has gently guided my path. Academically, I have been nurtured in the wisdom of traditional teachings – grounded in the legacy of great masters, whose influence has shaped my deep understanding of art’s foundational rootings. These insights have provided strong support and a profound reference for my practice. Yet, I have kept my creative and intellectual path independent and raw, parallel to all learnt, for it to unfold its nature, in honour of self - awareness of sensed.

 

Moving to Japan brought me serenity. I realised that for myself to be, I need space – composure of silence – breath of tranquillity. I need distance - from the noise of the world; my peace be - longed in solitude. I have found my voice in silence – my breath honouring each inhale.

 

There is a curious abstract within thoughts, compelling in their act of appearing – each rising with quiet urgency. There is wonder in perceiving, intrigue in observing, and resistance at core of witnessed. There is no time, only the momentary – in – veiling. I feel truly blessed to be part of such devoted allure, accepting the honour of being chosen as their vessel, a - part of their unfolding.

 

As for my – self – distancing became the most important element of my spacing.

 

Who am I... a wondering mind.

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