csendes zaj. // silent noise. 2020

14x10 cm

tustoll, akvarell papíron // pen & ink, watercolour on paper

Neither here, nor there.

I have returned home ... Home ... But where is “home”? This is the question that is constantly echoing in my soul. The inner struggle for belonging is the underlying starting point for all my sketches, my everyday so-called random scribbles, which are usually created in just a few minutes - some in just seconds - from my all too conscious subconscious. I have returned home, to my birthland, where my heart has drawn me back to, and has been drawing me to for decades. I was a mother, I was my mother’s daughter, I became my own mother’s mother, too - but am I still, in their absence? What have I become? What am I? I am a gypsy... me? I’m a gypsy?? Well, can’t you tell? Does it matter? Yes, no, no-and-yes. Like everything else... it doesn’t matter, but, indeed, it does matter. After all, is “home” a location? Or is it simply a state of mind? If the latter, then, perhaps I am forever a wanderer.
– Noémi Farkas, 2021