What should I write about myself? When and where was I born? (23.09.1996. Debrecen) Where do I live and what do I do? (I live in Kóspallag and I paint.) What do I like? (Life! Its forms, colors, dynamics and its unpredictability. The suffering and happiness, passion, dance, nature, cat, flora, beer, wine, chicken-feet, common sense, and humananimals. The comprehensible and incomprehensible manifestation of life.) And how do I survive all of this? (Of course, with the help of Humor! Let’s try to imagine life without laughing. It would be terrible!) But is it really important to know this? I think from the Art’s point of view my itsy-bitsy life is just an insignificant group of information. "Life is short, Art is eternal". How true it is! So, I would not continue to chatter about myself.
What do I think about Art, the process of creating and my works? Well, that is just the topic about which I really do not want to gush lofty philosophical thoughts. Instead, I would rather hide behind other artists’ masterpieces and formulate my opinion this way, because those great Thinkers have already composed those answers more beautifully and accurately. (Of course, there are thousands of thinkers from whom so many phrases would fit in here, but I think there is not enough space, so I selected a few, I hope you will enjoy, at least that part.)
Last but not least I would like to tell you two things:
First: I have already declared that “I want to be an actress, a dancer, and a painter.” Since my childhood my zeal has diminished a little bit, I am satisfied with the beauties of my career as a painter, it is totally enough for me. So much that it has become my obsession. It is an addiction, against which I am unable to fight, so it would be useless to expel that “Thing” from my life. I generally remark, laughing, that” Art keeps me alive, and it also ruins me.” I am very grateful and I can’t thank everyone enough for understanding and accepting my “addiction”. I would like to thank my family, friends and everyone who encourage and embolden me (even by ordering or buying a painting of mine) because without them I would have never been able to get this far.
And to those who would frown upon and ask me with disgusted astonishment would why the hell I had to do this? And who on Earth do I intend to satisfy with those so-called compositions? I can only answer this: first of all, myself.
And now let’s sing together!
I believe in the sanctity of the spirit and in the truth of art one and indivisible. I believe that this art springs from a divine source and that it lives in the hearts of all men, illuminated by the celestial light. I believe that the man who has once tasted the sublime delights of this great art will be for ever dedicated and devoted to it, unable to deny it. I believe that with its help we can all achieve bliss. I believe in a last judgment when all who have dared to traffic here on earth in this pure and sublime art, who have sullied and degraded it in their base desire for material gain, will be condemned to an awful punishment. I believe that the faithful servants of the same great art will in turn be glorified, and that, surrounded by an aura of celestial radiance, scents, and melodious music, they will be received back and will dwell for ever in the divine source of all harmony”
Bengt Danielsson: Gauguin in the south seas(New York, Inc. Garden City, 1966, Doubleday & Company,156-157)
