I hear colors… I see things, I’m in love with light, my head is riddling and rhyming away during my waking hours. I dream in Hungarian, I paint in English. Time is something I see in a birds eye view. I think about time a lot. And music! And memory is not to be trusted…
But when I paint I’m in heaven. Or at least in a place where I can fix things, joke around and make the broken miserable world a bit more acceptable & fun. It’s the only place where I know wtf I’m doing.
It’s the smell of art that makes me dwell there, give me a thousand fresh blank canvasses and I’ll paint you the world within the next year or so & no dash will be the same.
I work in both Hungary and the Netherlands.