A 6 piece mini series of the barrack-like rowhomes from the hardcore soviet fifties, with the window-less facades, all painted of a different pastel color. These end walls were the last pictures I painted in Hungary in 2013-4, and they mean to me not just my home that I left, and the actual place where I've lived for my last ten years in Budapest, but it also symbolizes my major point of disappointment, sorrow and love towards my country. It’s the last place I interacted with there. The place of my detachment. 

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And right after the traces of my landing in New York. Still the same language of the architectural elements (here in the form of cityscapes), used as a narrative of a new reality.