Oil on canvas. W 70 x H 100 cm.
This painting is about our very immaterial experience of being at home. We left our home country Hungary in 2006 and moved to Saarbruecken Germany, where I was studying Mathematics. We lived there for 8 months and then moved to Berlin Germany. There I have had my first son born, moving from flat to flat in every 9-12 months. After 3 years we moved to Amsterdam, where we lived for one year. Then again back to Berlin for another 3 years. Then we moved to Bangkok and lived there for 2 years, where my second son was born, after that moved to Singapore for 1 year and then to London where we live since the Summer of 2017. We had so many flats, homes, home cities, home countries and even continents that mix together into an experience of being home that is utterly non physical and non tangible. Where is our real home, where is that place, and house, and door, and door number, and doorbell and the bricks in the wall? It’s all a memory and a call at the same time. We are all going home, every one of us, all the time. We have learned being at home in this going home.
Mixed media drawing with pen and Copic markers. W 57 x H 41 cm.
We all come together in very intricate relations, all the personalities we have, the conflicts with each other, the love and the responsibilities, the choices and the consequences. People, things and situations that are the closest to us and in our face, those are that we are the most blind of most of the time. I observe my family members in the most frequent and mundane situations like the preparation of a family dinner. All the things we say, and do, and the naturalness and the unquestioned reality of all this….who are we, who are we to each other?...yes on the surface we are wives, and husbands, and fathers and brothers and sons and daughters…..but is it really the case? I sit together with my 4 year old at a table who will someday will save the life of a sick man as being his doctor or will build a bridge in a city that will serve millions of peoples or will go through a mentally tough situation and will fight the dark side of the mind and soul or….and yet we are sitting at a table like father and son. Everything is living and everything has a charming side that can pull in our attention and focus. All the love is all there all the time, yet we are unable to see most of the time, because our vision is biased and restricted and we just see sons and wives and dolls and tables and fridges and kitchen tools….all is living, all the love is there all the time, we just have to be secret agents and only pretend that we are fathers and sons and wives and brothers….those superficial roles we secretly play out just to get to the real love.
Mixed media drawing with pen and Copic markers.
W 42 x H 56.2 cm.
In shamanic practice, soul retrieval is the most fundamental ceremony. Whenever we suffer physical or emotional trauma, part of our soul flees our spirit body in order to survive the experience. With every cut and wound, our essence and vitality grow weaker. This process is called “soul loss.” Soul loss is also known, in psychological terms, as dissociation. It’s what happens when we become disconnected from the very core of ourselves, the source of our vitality, our soul. Soul retrieval is the reintegration of the lost soul parts back into a person to create healing. In soul retrieval spirit animals and plant spirits (like the Dracocephalum Moldavica) are of great help. They help to find the lost parts and show how to put them back into the big construction of the soul. This always manifests in additional newfound energies that are there to help to cultivate the healthy choices that support wholeness, confidence and (self) love. This work is an appreciation of the energies of the soul, birth, death and transformation. The way how we come to this world, how we born, all our experience and transformation, and death ultimately is a miraculous process, either we don’t look at these things or we just plain blind of them or take them on a very superficial level, but even just sitting in a yellow armchair, in the living room, while a baby is in the womb, and our soul is rooted in deep levels of reality….it is a mundane event, but if we look closely it is unbelievably beautiful and miraculous.
Oil on wood panel. W 61 x H 46 x D 2.2 cm
Mixed media drawing with pen and Copic markers.
W 52 x H 57 cm
Mixed media drawing with pen and Copic markers. Rubens, The Honeysuckle Bower.
W 40.5 x H 53.5 cm.
Mixed media drawing with pen and Copic markers.
W 59.5 x H 43 cm
Mixed media drawing with pen and Copic markers.
W 20 x H 26.6 cm
Mixed media drawing with pen and Copic markers.
W 26.6 x H 20 cm
Light breakfast before landing.
Mixed media drawing with pen and markers.
W 18 x H 24 cm
Mixed media drawing with pen and Copic markers.
W 20 x H 26.6 cm
Laundry set.
Mixed media drawing with pen and watercolour.
W 24 x H 18 cm
Black Panther Spirit in shipibo embroidery.
Mixed media drawing with pen, marker and watercolour.
W 24 x H 18 cm
Mixed media drawing with pen and watercolour.
W 24 x H 18 cm
