Tarot - The First Steps
I missed working — the kind that finally pulls my mind together. Now I feel it: drawing is WORK, with capital letters. Every image hides an unbelievable amount of strategic planning. It’s not just the production that imposes technical boundaries I have to keep in mind; the act of drawing itself is a constant decision-making process. A million tiny pieces of information flash back and forth every minute, every line, every colour sets off an avalanche of questions. Questioning, deciding, adjusting… again and again. My mental wires have gone a bit rusty, so I move slowly. But this is what I needed — something that tears me out of reality. The bureaucratic matters in Hungary still give me tasks to wrestle with, but thankfully, I can already see the end. Forty days — I can endure it somehow. Once it’s over, every last root will be cut, and nothing will tie me there anymore. The events of recent months have only confirmed what I already knew: I no longer belong there. As my pain has softened...
