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 journey of self – realigning took time.

 

After finishing my Master’s, I felt overwhelmed by what contemporary dictated. To stay relevant as an artist was ever so far from what I could oblige myself to perform. I struggled to find a form in which I could just be and create as I am, without worrying about addressability, coherence or relevance in the context of advertisement. It required a self - demeanour which was then, and is today beyond my breath.

For years, I searched for the right way to express myself; being lost in - betweens with grand - scaled visions.

The world can feel fearfully vast when the self feels faded – in – visible.

 

The past five years, I have lived in Japan, and prior to that, five years in London. 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 bones. 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. I have chosen to walk on my own, while being grateful with utmost admiration to all great thinkers from whom I’ve been so fortunate to capture.

 

In London, I tried to find opportunities and outlined paths in hope of introduction. Within the vivid flash of contemporary vain, my silence felt merely a faint attempt at revealing. I have dressed for occasions, with some success, yet still, I was unsure of form and compatibility of custom. Everything got overwhelmingly foreign, pressuring and I felt uncomfortable within my own appearance. After all, I decided to leave it all behind and release myself from tension.

 

Moving to Japan brought me serenity. I realised that for myself to be, I need space – composure of silence – breath of tranquillity. I understood how desperately tired my introverted self had been from pretending to be involved in social artistry. Once I prioritised myself, longing became but a form of referring – merely an act of curious passing. There is beauty in realising that all I have been looking for was within me all along – I just needed to distance myself 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.