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In the past few years my attention has gradually turned towards public spaces, more specificially towards gardens where plants can grow in an organic way under undisturbed conditions, and where the person who looks after the garden can experiment freely to reorganize the landscape sometimes from a rational, other times from an emotional perspective, shaping the living material in an appreciative and mindful way. Be it either only balcony boxes, or private gardens, or enormous, centuries-old public parks, the decision-makers in connection with them typically consider themselves to be the owner or the keeper of the garden, while at other times they prefer to think of themselves as the person who takes care of it or spends time in the garden or in the public park as a guest.
The past few years have brought about several unjustified and expansive tree fellings in the life of Budapest while the public received no reassuring professional explanation for any of them. Major interventions into the urban landscape were executed in most cases as if someone, using a knife instead of a pencil, was aiming to carve a imperishable mark of his/her own exaggerated importance into the built and breathing material of the city.
In the meantime the words humility and dialogue also come to my mind in connection with the creative approach along which, among other things, new spaces can and do come to existence independently of us but coexisting with us and pulsating in our rhythm; spaces which are viable and radiate a feeling of safety, and which can also be invitations to silence. Budapest, 2016 - more images will be added to this gallery