Capturing the Sunday siesta of my temporary roommates.

A Moment of Rest (from series)

You don´t necessarily have to belong to your family. Genetically, maybe, but in terms of your temperament, you may belong to somewhere else. Or you may belong to your family formally, but spiritually your soul could be eating cookies with a completely different bunch of people! (Clarissa Pinkola Estés Ph.D.) Where is my true home? Where is the family to which I belong? Is it even a specific place? Is it my hometown, or all the places where I had lived in? What if my home isn´t a place, but people? Some people make us feel at home. They may leave for a time, then return, but these changes bring comfort. My home moves and I move too. Without that movement, I would stay in one place, alienated and restless. The place that welcomed me becomes a place that forces me to leave. So I ask myself that old question again: Where is my home? And how do I find it? And when? Will I forever be forced to search for it l, or will it find me?

Bianka Ézsölová

student, Vysoká škola výtvarných umení v Bratislave
My name is Bianka, and I am a second year student at the Academy of Fine Arts and Design in Bratislava, majoring in Photography and New Media. I focus on staged documentary photography in my work. More specifically, I explore femininity, lifestyle of young people, but mainly inner experience and changes of a person in difficult life situations, in which he loses himself, but finds himself again. I graduated from the Private School of Art Industry Film in Košice in digital graphics, where I learned a lot in the field of graphics and video production (shooting, editing, post-production). After photography, making short videos has been my heart's passion so far. In my free time I like to cook and bake for others. I seek out nature, where I try to spend as much time as possible.