
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.


This is Viktor, the hungry bird. He's a bit grumpy and belligerent. He can't steal any more French fries from the empty paper bag. DDespite the red, white, and green hearts fly around him, he tramples on the colorful reality. 😉
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In 2025, Hungary is on the road to fascism. Hate speech against vulnerable social groups is rampant. An autocratic regime generates misogyny, exclusion, and the suppression of freedom of speech and assembly. And it also fuels racism, antisemitism, and common crime. Where law enforcement covers up for those in power instead of protecting the people. And where the Istanbul Convention has still not been ratified. Where the victims of the system are blamed by the authorities, keeping the toxic patriarchal structure alive. Criminals who cover up child abuse receive pardons and state honors, and these monsters are given leading positions in child protection institutions.
This summer, the Hungarian capital, Budapest, saw the largest Pride parade in decades. Numerous European diplomats and politicians took part in the parade in person, thus ensuring the physical safety of Hungarian participants. Why was this necessary? Because the Hungarian government banned Pride. Furthermore, it sought to intimidate citizens by deploying Chinese facial recognition equipment and imposing fines.
This artwork embodies the freedom of speech and the power of unity for me. And unfortunately, it is also about the realization that some things are beyond repair. When we decide that our loved ones and our own personal safety, well-being, and future are more important than exhausting our energy reserves to the utmost to fight a toxic, criminal system on our own.