Az long as she’s been alive, she’s been researching the Origin of the Self, whever it can be found.  She swims upriver in hopes of finding it there. She’s only a few years old, and already stands in front of the mirror asking herself who she is.

She never found peace, even though so many responded to her.

Until the age age of 7 she draws everyday. In preschool they stand in line for their princess and her devious lines.

Then quiet. The pictures have disappeared, but the search has not ended. Drawing became a stream.

She was 20 years old when the question „Who am I?“, almost  cost her her life, but it becomes clear that the real answer is not for sure.

The underground stream finally makes it to the surface. It flows with ever increasing strength, becoming a river. And as it flows pictures begin to appear which show the individual stations along the road.

Her life is no different from anyone elses. The difference comes in the way the the happenings have unique forms and color schemes which come out of her, wanting the put down every day behind her, to become free of it. Painting is a form of freedom.

Life teems, players come and go, colours change. Her olyan loyal companian remains silk. As Réka once said, silk gives her the best pieces of advice, listens to her and remains silent.

Years pass, the endless calvalcade or form and colour give body to the white surface, then comes a point where certainty arrives. She receives that answer for which she was born. The river reaches the ocean.

From then on it is only the One, the Inexpressable Beauty, the Truth that she tries to paint, to outline it with her own forms.

But THAT cannot be painted…

How long into the past do your choices for paintings and their subjects reach back? To what can we thank the pleasing atmpsphere of your paintings?

Is it perhaps from a balanced soul, or from weaving dreams with your paintings?

The paintings always talk about my actual life status. I paint the here and now. I paint a journal. I have the same type of experiences as others. I live in a family, have a son. Sometimes I struggle and sometimes I’m happy. Sometimes I flee, and other times I don’t even make a movement. When I was 20 years old I left this world for a short time. (I think they call it clinical death). The next day, when I woke up, I took a pen and started drawing on myself. That’s when I knew that was the only way I’d be able to take it here. The lights that I saw were too bright, and „I had to escape from it“. I painted it away. Then 12 years later, as the clock went around there came a woman in who I saw a living master. She gave me the final responses. But despite this I am still here, I stayed, the story runs on, just my clinging to it isn’t as strong as before. I paint about everything. Then there are also subjects like love, break-up, becoming a mother, regret, joy, materialness. These are all there in the pictures, why keep them a secret? They are not just my stories, everybody struggles with similar feeling.

Life can be very painful, yet also very fulfilling. I don’t think I’m balanced. Of xourse I’d like to be, who wouldn’t. Ám I weaving freams? Wisemen say that what is born and then passes are just parts of a dream and have nothing to do with Truth. According to this I am dream-weaving when I paint, yes…..

When did you first discover silk?

When I was 22 I was living in Germany. In order to strengthen my real-life experience I received a scholarship in working for TV and radio in Bonn. My landlady, Ingrid Zelau, was a silk painter. She showed me the painting technique. Then I met Károly Zalai, the father of my children, in Germany. That’s when the life of the painter-hermit began in our garret, next to Cologne. Every moring when Károly went to work, all he’d say was we need to look inside ourselvesday. But this was very long ago…, to discover what’s inside. Then in the evening we’d look at what came to birth that s

Do you wear, and like silk clothing?:) Perhaps you have your own designed and painted pieces?

I don’t have silk clothing, although it would be nice if I did. I don’t paint clothes. However, I’m not against it. I don’t know how to sew, for this I would need a willing helper.

You show us all the tremors of your life and display your womanly „I“ through your paintings. How much do you seclude yourself during work? How much to external factors bother you when you work? 

I paint, sleep and write in the same room. I’m not in any kind of altered state whilst painting. I only really need quiet and solitude when the main thought is born. As we live on top of a mountain, there is luckily a lot of quietude. I really-really love the quiet. I’m alone when I paint. My ears are very sensitive, so unfortunately noises really bother me. I’d like to escape that….

Your always on the move: when you’re not painting, you’re going to an exhibition. You go with your works to openings, TV programs, and if I am not mistaken you write too and even published a book. Please tell us more about all this.

I have a good friend, Miklos Danka, and he owns the Ursus Libris publishing house. Miki likes my pictures, so one day we decided to make a book out of them. At this time I also met Ferenc Forrai, who became a typographer. He made the book beautifully and with lots and lots of love.

The album is made of 3 parts. In the first two there are earlier pieces to which Károly Zalai wrote fairy-tales. To the third one I wrote the tales. They are not even fairy-tales really, more like prose poems.

Low-tide-Sea bird is it’s title. The „low-tide“ is the world that comes and goes within me, whilst the „sea-bird“ is that hich doesn’t move, which is eternal. Something like this…

As you have a fondness for writing do all your paintings‘ titles also come from you?

Károly gives all the titles. I haven’t tried this yet. I like his titles.

We wish you continued good luck in your work, and we will always await your new creations with fondness.