Brocard Points

You told me that this feeling I have been in for years now...is called solitude, but I must say that..this is not true...this is not fucking solitude...this is a CROWDED ISOLATION.

You live your life in the absurd chaos of present...imprisoned between six yellow walls, you are sitting on your own mind-garbage-heap in the middle of a panic room...four uninsulated windows shriveled by age simultaneously let the 60 km/h wind blowing to your face, from out- to inside ...throughout the whole place...climate catastrophes are real...a big punishment for your shattered body.

You have just managed to survive a row of tragedies, series of disasters. The fear and the psychosis are quite familiar guests in your life ...just like wormy creatures squirming under your skin...an unbearably slow torture day by day.

Your central nervous system is an extra-thin line...taut like a bow-string ready for surrender, ready to tear apart...in any minutes. You could not linger for ages.

Between two acting outs you amuse yourself by checking mediocre art-pieces, reading lousy news on Internet...as a personal entertainment...just for marking the time passing by, filling the empty minutes.

The worst thing...you don't believe in anything or in anyone anymore.

You are not able to decide what is true or false.

Who is authentic and who is a liar.

Who to rely on or from whom to ask help.

Agains all odds...you are quite aware of what you need...your own private life itself, without any barriers. The only grip...your logic...or your presentiments (if any) that had been cheating on you for years.

Your SP (a translucent fragile membrane wall) in your brain overflows with aggressive unarticulate thoughts begging for burstout, but there is not any person to infuse with your daily sarcasm.

You ultimately and irreversibly remained alone.

Do you see the pain-fear-anxiety edges in the triangle?

Draw a diagonal line from each edges to the sides...the point of intersection is your center, it is called SOLITUDE.

about the writer and photographer: katalin pusztaszeri

Katalin Pusztaszeri is an art professional and photographer living in Budapest, Hungary. She started taking photographs in 2013, as a part of her recovery from a spinal cord surgery. In the beginning, she used photography as neuro-feedback to alter her attention from pain and anxiety. She realized that by means of creation, she has been able to release all of the suppressed and latent feelings she felt were clogged in her body throughout the years. At this point, creating pictures has become an urgent and utmost need to convey her thoughts and ideas toward the outside world.