As a child, I was mesmerized by the way my mom was drawing. Almost unnoticeably, her hand was always occupied, drawing something with delicate gestures when she was having a phone call or she was deep in thought. The phone book, the checkered recipe booklet, and reminder notes here and there were flooded with beautiful female eyes and lips. At the time, I impressed the adults with spider drawings on the corners of napkins.
I inherited my mom’s dream, so I was certain that I would become some sort of artist. This determination was not diverted by my alleged mathematical skills praised by my parents, although they really wanted me to study architecture. In architecture, however, I was unable to see the possibility of self-expression, which excited me more than anything as a teenager. So I started studying graphic design.
For a long time, the omnipresent cult of talent had had me paralyzed - the widely accepted idea that only the ‘chosen ones’ are able to achieve real results in most fields, and perhaps especially in arts. And even though I was considered talented, it was a huge burden for me, often overcoming me severely. Driven by a sudden notion, I moved to Budapest before finishing high school, to study animation for a year and a half

Eventually, I became a product designer.

I do not consider myself an artist, although this word appears in the name of my university (Moholy-Nagy University of Art and Design) and in my diploma as well. I think the ability to design is more a matter of mastering a way of thinking, rather than some intangible, innate talent.
I love constraints, endless systems of criteria, limitations, and, with more or less success, I refrain from self-expression. I am much more interested in who I am designing for, and that what I create is consistent, coherent, and authentic.

Working together with Gábor makes this possible for me. His comprehensive and practical knowledge complements everything I have brought with me.

I was around 8 years old when I found some old “Ezermester” (Handyman) magazines in my father’s tool shed. The tool shed was the private universe of my father. Split firewood towering next to the wall, a vise bench on the opposite side, with an iron vise that was at least 15 kilograms. Shelves hanging from the rafters on wires, hooks with anything on them, that could be useful. Metal pipes, cables, old skis, garden tools. Mysterious objects in metal and wooden boxes, parts, used nails waiting to be straightened, rusty screws, some of them as big as one would imagine that they once belonged to a locomotive.

The “Ezermester” magazines were from the early 60s, I found them while searching one of the drawers. In the days that followed, instead of reading Leatherstocking Tales, I read about things like “Simple Room Antenna”, “Soldering School”, “Backyard Poultry Cage”, “Mobile Fishing Boat”, “How to make a camp bench?”.

I delved into the simple blueprints, assessed the toolshed’s inventory of materials, identified existing and missing tools. Finally, I got to work, I made a flowerpot from pine board waste that could be hung on walls. It spent years in my mother’s kitchen, hanging on a nail, as a pedestal for a green and white striped plant.

What started in that small godforsaken village, persists to this day. Even today, I study blueprints, choose materials for objects, try to optimize tools and technology, sometimes come up with them for production.

This is one of my halves in IO.

The other half designs spaces and structures. I did not study interior design in school. Over the years, relying on my personal affinity and our clients’ confidence, trying over and over again, experimenting with numerous ideas, reading a lot, constantly thinking and analyzing, to express it with a cliché, I learned everything from the “school of life”. I have designed apartments and houses, a listed villa, a minimalist summer house, shops, offices, hotels, escape rooms.

Working with Annabella, I hope that the knowledge and experience I bring, and her fresh, consistent, and uncompromising creativity, form a fruitful synergy.