Interview with Frecqle

 

What is Art to you?

Art (to me) is creating a world, where the forest of perspective grows and the exploration of self, time and story; flourishes. To me it's a device to record time with. So that there is always an opportunity to look back in time but with a fresh pair of lens cultivated through the coming of age and pursuit of legacy. 

Why is painting an Art form worth exploring? 

It’s Incredibly liberating. It's a 'Choose your Adventure' medium. It facilitates a place for the forest to reveal itself to you, finding resemblance in your own life within the colour, light and shade. It teaches you to surrender and let the piece unfold it self to you in turn emphasise what it is you see over time you discover more and more. 

It’s like Speaking in code with a paired vision.

When did being an Artist begin for you?

The moment my Parents first locked eyes.

Creating what piece transformed you the most?

During the covid lockdown I made A light-sculpture called 'Where are we really going ? Always Home..' for a University assignment– I made the piece after a writing assignment which was focused on making sense of the world around you, during that time I let my surroundings inspire me and take the time to take everything in. Seeming there was not much to do during covid I sat in the backyard of my sharehouse in Newry st Fitzroy and gazed at whatever I could find, like the birds flying with dance together in the sky, witnessing equilibrium through flight, movement and dance. Asking real deep questions like 'why do flowers exist' !!!? (haha). Understanding the Fibonacci sequence at a deeper level which started a new found obsession to numbers and the Golden Ratio. 

Creating that piece as a 'Home' was a collaboration with the world around me which allowed for a ‘let there be light moment’ Randomly my sister savoured a salt–lamp light cord for me for no other reason than 'she might need this for a project'. Which ended up lighting the whole sculpture. 

Once I had finished the piece 

I called my Mother to come over and have a look at the finished piece I had been working tirelessly on. When she arrived she was dead silent and told me the piece doesn’t feel finished. And well you know what, she was right. It wasn’t finished. I quickly ran to my room and grabbed the ghost gum branch I had picked a while ago from a walk and it had been sitting in my room ever since. I rushed back and embedded within the cloth illuminated walls of the 'Home', it was like I had crowned my ‘Hungarian’ upbringing as Australian. Little did I know at the time it was the beginning of what 'home' means to me. I then not long after moved to Budapest for diaspora cultural studies. 

more art to come !