
My art is inseparable from the coping after survival and from the gesture and actions of healing and from the love of animals. These transformations have creative potential. Because traumas must be transformed into steps of community building, common development and connection.
In 2003, I obtained my first degree (BA) in teaching with a minor in music. I earned my second degree, an MA, in pedagogy and Hungarian literature in 2008. I’ve been writing poems since 2010.
The post-communist Hungary, where I was born and which is now becoming a competitive authoritarian system, restricts artists' self-expression and existential safety in many ways. As a result, I lost my connection to art for almost a decade and a half. For a long time, I worked with the rehabilitation of traumatized dogs. In January 2024, my husband and I emigrated to Finland.
Since then, I have been teaching myself to draw and paint. The endless pine forests, exploring the archipelago, and the atmosphere of the harbors fill me with joy. I want to leave as small ecological footprint as possible, even in my creative work. That's why oil pastels and water-soluble paints appeal to me.
It is important to support the abused so that they can become survivors from victims. It is important that they have autonomy and a future. It is important that everyone has their own dignified life.
That's why my vision is to define the pieces of reality, to put them in context, to help us face them. My vision is a society where discourse on human rights is unnecessary because free participation, choice of profession, security, equality, and work-based wages free from discrimination are fundamental and integral parts of public thinking.
The more space we give to creation and the thinking that goes with it, the more people will find words and ways to express their emotions and experiences. They will be able to broaden their horizons and demonstrate their values. Belonging to a community gives joy. Art provides affirmation, friendships and a supportive atmosphere that relieves loneliness. We all want to belong to others. We want recognition. A life full of dignity and opportunities.
I think these are the building blocks of healthy personality development and, indirectly, of societies becoming adults and responsible. I would like to encourage and support my fellow women by sharing my story. To put the importance of women's and animal rights into discourse.


Misogyny. A phenomenon deeply rooted in patriarchal societies, which can take the form of discrediting women, infantilizing them, ridiculing them, invalidating their expertise, insights, and emotions, and treating them as if they were invisible. In the long term, its goal is to restrict women, prevent them from developing their talents, and undermine their independence and self-confidence. In extreme cases, it deprives women of the opportunity to acquire knowledge that correlates with market demands, the opportunity to earn their own money, and thus the opportunity to support themselves. So that she wants nothing more than to serve the man, while depending on him emotionally, financially, and in every way. This is often achieved through legal commitments and irresponsible pressure to have children. The more women are tied down by children, the less time, energy, and opportunity they have to exist as independent individuals. She is more likely to drop out of the workforce, her social relationships fade, and she has no savings, which virtually guarantees her long-term, even decades-long financial dependence on the man. What is behind this? In fact, it is the minority complexes of the men involved. Having grown up in an unhealthy environment, they have not learned to take responsibility for the consequences of their actions, for themselves and for others, even as adults. And they have no intention of changing this, because it suits them. They only feel competent and confident by oppressing others and dominating them. This feeds their unfounded sense of entitlement. They typically avoid women who have a healthy personality, are confident, educated, and thrive independently. They often choose partners who are decades younger, whom they believe to be easily influenced and easily persuaded into an unequal relationship.
These men are typically characterized by verbal sexism and mansplaining. The latter refers to when a woman's competence is ignored and she is condescendingly explained the obvious. Unasked for. Often in situations where the woman knows more about a given topic and is an expert on it. Mansplaining can be disguised as excessive concern or unsolicited paternalism towards an adult, in other words someone who is socially, professionally, and personally equal. Or it can be disguised as "joking," which is actually a humorless, usually racist, sexist cliché repeated without thinking.
My oil pastel painting is a stand with the victims and survivors of misogyny. It calls for us to talk about the harmful nature of this phenomenon, to educate and learn. Let us do everything we can to ensure that the human rights of the younger generations are no longer trampled upon.
The colors and wavy shapes of the painting are vivid, seemingly cheerful, and catch the eye. It is as if a dreamlike fantasy image is projected before us. Seemingly. Unfortunately, in many societies, girls are prepared for a subordinate role from an early age with poorly chosen beliefs, outdated fairy tales, and an immature parental personality structure that develops in the absence of healthy role models. Neither their teenage years nor their young adulthood will be as colorful as this painting.
The male entities from the lower regions of the painting engage in loud, angry communication. Their huge mouths spew as they speak. Their drool mixes with their sweat on the ground, forming a puddle in which they stand. One of them is aggressive, while the other explains something important for him in a "joking" manner. It is not even certain that they are discussing the same topic. What they have in common is that they are both towering over a female figure, shouting over her head. Almost as if the sinking, broken-antlered creature in need of help were not even there. As if she were invisible. This kind of (verbal) presentation of oppression, although it causes harm to the victim, is also meant for other oppressors. No one else considers it honorable to use violence.
The pink, orange, and pale blue female figures have no mouths. Therefore, they cannot speak; they are mute. They symbolize all those who cannot speak because they would "pay" for getting help with their own physical integrity or that of their loved ones. Their powerful presence holds up a mirror to the indifferent systems that nurture monsters and cover up their deeds. All three female entities are objectified and dehumanized, reinforcing the grotesque quality of the painting. Their vibrant colors and balloon-like shapes playfully evoke the adjective "lighthearted." At the same time, it is clear that the thick, unbreakable leash and collar are their necklaces. Those at the other end of the leash, of course, do not realize that they too have become bound. By themselves. As caricatures of their own intentions and themselves. The point is that they believe they have gained something. Someone. But the airy creatures float away from them. Except the one who is paralyzed by the circumstances. She cannot escape. She sinks. Or does she? Could it be that she is not a deer with broken antlers after all? Could it be a phoenix with outstretched wings, destined to fly high? By the time the truth is revealed, perhaps even the figure waving the conductor's baton will realize that he was not actually conducting anything, but only had a cactus thorn stuck in his hand, and he was shaking it furiously in pain. If we join forces to support those in need and those already on their path to healing, if we do not look away when we see a call for help, we can create a norm that condemns violence. If we eliminate indifference, there will be no place left for perpetrators to hide. Every amplified voice weakens them. And every single word brings the moment of accountability closer. This is what the pile of rubbish made from the rotting grapevines represents in the painting: a collection of evil deeds that ultimately pours down on the head of the perpetrator.
The cluster of grapes mockingly points to the guy who thinks he's a big shot with his hat. Who is convinced that even the god who sits above the clouds bears his image. With his ridiculously long mustache, he imagines a cottage as his kingdom, where everything is permitted to him. Where he can break the rules, where there are no prohibitions that could stop him.
Mansplaining is not a harmless act, nor is it well-intentioned. It is usually just the tip of the iceberg. Behind it lies an entire worldview based on false beliefs and infused with violence, aimed at abusing other people. It is a gesture towards girls and women that some men believe they can make without facing any consequences.
I was 20 years old. For more than six years, I became a victim of my former college professor, who was 27 years older than me. He abused his position of power. He raped me multiple times and also abused me psychologically. Like my mother, he isolated me from my peers. He prevented me from escaping the corrupt hopelessness and deep poverty of a declining small town for years. He had a cottage. During an argument, he slammed my head against its concrete wall. But before that, he poured a bottle of mineral water over me so that I couldn't leave on my bike in the autumn cold, soaked to the skin. I froze. I couldn't escape. When I got home, I told my mother what had happened. She kindly invited the rapist to our apartment for coffee. To the place where I lived. Because, according to my mother, I deserved the beating. During those years, I also survived endocrine cancer. At the age of 23. It developed as a result of continuous trauma and hopelessness. My body was exhausted, unable to process any more of the horror that surrounded me. No one helped me. To the outside world, this abuser presented himself as a wonderful, cheerful, modest, and educated person. Today, I know that I was not his only victim. Sick people like him have a keen instinct for hunting down young girls and women who live in poor conditions or come from broken families. They know exactly who has no relatives, or who can’t count on their family if something happens. They see them as “easy prey” — girls no one will protect or help, and with whom they can do whatever they want.
In 2024, I broke off contact with my mother. My decision was influenced by the fact that she is still in contact with this rapist to this day.