Rita Besnyoi

Wonderhunter brooch.
2020.
Paper, brass.

At the time of the quarantine, my garden became my prison and only refuge at the same time. I didn't know how to protect my family or what to fear. I dyed deeply in my garden and began to observe the awakening of nature, up close. I became part of it. There I found safety and hope, yet I was locked up. I chose shapes of potatoes and wild roses, and played with their characters to find and build my own hope and protection.

Budapest - HU