Martyr – Absence
After 1849, what remains is not a story, but a rupture.
The poet’s disappearance is not accompanied by an endpoint. There is no grave, no closure — only narratives layered upon one another. Uncertainty is not a secondary condition; it becomes the defining state of the period.
Within this space, absence organizes. Meaning does not settle; it shifts. Form withdraws, emphases recede. The tension between presence and disappearance becomes decisive.
The interruption is not past tense.
It is a foundational layer.
Title:
In Tribute to Petőfi
Artist: Juli Keschitz
Artist’s Reflection:
Sándor Petőfi’s life was remarkably short — only twenty-six years. Within that brief span, he wrote hundreds of poems. In his verses, he often reflects on the thought of an early death, which I have rendered in grey-black mourning clouds. In contrast, the blue evokes life.
Title:
After the Battle
Artist: Zsófia Sné. Peterdi
Artist’s Reflection:
During the making of this work, Petőfi’s poem “One Thought Troubles Me” accompanied my thinking.
Read the Poem
Listen – performed by Péter Benkő/HU
Title:
‘One thought alone my mind….’
Artist: Juli Keschitz
Artist’s Reflection:
The crystalline structure fading into mist at the centre represents the course of a life — its beginning and its end remain unknown.
The grey variations evoke darker thoughts. The lighter tones refer to the pillows, recalling the line:
“One thought troubles me: to die in bed, among soft pillows.”
The thicker line cutting across the centre suggests the interruption of that path.
Title:
Where the Heart Remained
Artist: Mária Kiss
Artist’s Reflection:
On the cold ground a single boot remains, yet within it one can still feel the warmth of
the steps that once carried it forward. It is the memory of people who walked on with
fear, with hope, and with love for those waiting at home. Beside it, the silent weapons no
longer speak of battle, but of longing — longing for life, for freedom, for embraces that
never had the chance to happen.
This image preserves not only the history of 1849, but something more fragile and more
profound: the memory of hearts that loved the future so deeply that they found the
courage to dream it for all of us.


































