My biggest painting, made in 2000, can be seen in the Tata Város hall. A symbolic composition with symbols of the past and the future. In the middle of the composition, from King István's admonitions, only those who observe the picture closely notice it...

There was an old grandfather. He had it, he had it Nine beautiful sons, It sprouted from his body The son of nine beautiful strands. He didn't raise them Nothing to do, For plowing and sowing, For stud breeding, For herding: He just raised him To walk through mountains and valleys, Hunting deer.....

Grape, wine, precious stone, woman

A fool who, falling to the ground, gets up and walks again, and he moves his ankles and knees like a wandering pain.....

Grapes and wines are like precious stones. Apparitions of the only One. But each is a different spiritual essence of the One. I began to compare emerald, ruby, topaz, amethyst, carnelian, diamond with the corresponding wine. I do not deny that she was of great help to me in this activity. As always and in everything when I wondered about the limitless variety of spiritual essences. The precious stones are no different than women and girls, incognito apparitions, retaining only this one feature of their beauty, the radiant charm. This is their magic.....

According to the Anonymus chronicle, when the wife of chief Ugek (Ügyek) named Emese was expecting a child, "a divine vision appeared in her dream in the form of a turul bird, and as if landing on her, she got her pregnant." In his master's dream, it seemed that a spring was flowing from his womb, and glorious kirs were coming from his loins. Emese's son was named Álmos in memory of this wonderful dream.

....They would come up to chase game Heroic sons of beautiful Enéh: Hunor and Hungarian, two dalias, Two half-brothers, sons of Ménrót.........They came up to hunt game Heroic sons of beautiful Enéh: Hunor and Hungarian, two dalias, Son of two half-brothers, Ménrót.....

Until now, the many, hidden anger in my heart sat like this, like the negro brown seed in an apple core, and I knew he was accompanied by an angel with a sword in his hand, he follows me, watches over me and protects me if necessary, in trouble...

The grave shop asks for the rose: "Dew is crying over you, and that's it." where do you put your tears? And it corresponds to the grave: "The dead are crying deep in Vermed." where do you put their bodies? And the rose answers: - Hostel it will have a scent, it's worth it amber and honey fragrance. And the grave answers: - The bodies they will all become angels in me and it all goes up to the sky!

Autumn night the hawthorn glows the hawthorn glows her dress. The spike is buzzing, wind blows here and there the hawthorn trembles into yourself. If the moon is on it sheds a veil: becomes a girl starts to cry. autumn night the hawthorn glows the hawthorn glows her dress.

He knows that you see and are watching, but you still haven't noticed! He is still the most beautiful among colored paints. You look at everything. You see the sunset over the valley. You can see and almost hear the meandering small stream drawn under the brush, bubbling, gently flowing...