30/01/2026
Gold Born of Survival: An Embrace for New York, a Lump in My Throat
There are evenings when success isn't about the glitz, but about a profound sense of relief.
Yesterday, within the walls of the House of Lucie, I finally held the PX3 - Paris Photo Prize gold medal in my hands. Although the official ceremony took place in Paris, I didn't yet dare to travel following my surgery last year. Thus, as a special gift from fate, I was able to receive this recognition here, in my homeland. Perhaps this is how the story became whole: all the pain and rebirth of the past decade and a half truly came to fruition in this moment.
As I gave my speech, my voice faltered. I didn't cry out of protocol—a cathartic realization broke through: I am here, and I did it.
The Dark Toll of My 27th Year
I was twenty-seven years old when fate collected its due: cervical cancer. In that moment of diagnosis, time stood still. I made a vow then: if I were granted another chance, every year would be a sublimated gift. My 40th birthday wasn't just a date on the calendar; it was an existential victory flag I intended to plant in the heart of New York City.
The Oculus Metaphor: Ruins and Hope
From our suite at the Millennium Hilton in Lower Manhattan, I stood face-to-face with my past. There, overlooking the 9/11 Memorial and the Oculus, my winning photograph was born.
Why there? Because the Oculus—this spiked, white marvel—rose from the ruins. In the very place where the world witnessed its greatest loss and destruction, beauty and hope now proclaim the triumph of life. This is exactly how I strive to exist in the wake of my own internal ruins: jagged, proud, and reaching toward the light.
“Zero Below, Everything Above”
The title of my work—Nothing Below, Everything Above—is more than an architectural abstraction. It is my ars poetica. Pain in the depths, the freedom of creation on the surface.
This winners' exhibition arrived here in Budapest after its debut in Paris, and will be on display at the House of Lucie gallery until February 12th. From here, it continues its journey to Ostuni, Italy, and then to Athens, Greece—proclaiming that our most honest confessions are often born from our deepest traumas.
My deepest gratitude to my family for standing by me through my most difficult "exposure times." ❤️🤗😘📷