This is about acceptance.  Tathāstu then does not tell a story — stories are the pastime of time itself, if it ever feels inclined. Rather, it seals a moment, halts a vibration, as though the world were developing its own photograph in the darkroom of silence. It is something like when a person — gazing upon their own life, a little hesitant, a little divine — utters, so be it. Not out of resignation’s gray blanket, but from the sudden recognition that things, these unruly things, have always wished themselves this way. That it was never we who ordained them, but they who ordained us. And then, there, within the word itself, everything quietly clicks into place — as if chaos, too, had longed all along for a kind of order.

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I am a visual artist. I am a graphic designer, applied graphic designer, sometimes a sculptor or an industrial artist. Somehow, music is still one of the foundations of my existence. The breathing. Other times it's the sunlight or the heartbeat. Music must be heard and created!

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Attila Balaskó