Szilard Banyi - The Wall

Name: - Szilard Banyi, húngaro, nacido en Rumanía y residente en Alemania desde 2021
Title of work;Tehnique- The Wall , Oil On Canvas
Dimensions: 100x70cm XL
Signature: yes
Prints: Not Available
Provenence: No
Condition: like new
Shipping: carton
Year: 2024

Hello everyone! Glad to be here. Hope that you can see my works as a part of me.
My story starts when i was a little kid, i had a lot of problems in my family, i wasn't doing too well, but i found myself in art. the first time i noticed an attraction to art was when i saw my older brother drawing. i was curious, i was attentive, i liked it...
after a while i started studying at art school in romania, where i graduated.
we had olympiads every year, i was always selected first to participate.
I didn't have many exhibitions because of money, the situation wasn't very good, as I mentioned. But at some point, during high school, I came across an association that helps young people with difficulties. There I managed to meet Prince Charles, he collaborated with that association in Romania. He invited me to London, me and some young people, to a festival, where I also made him a painting as a gift. It was an amazing experience! I had the chance to visit London and also to meet such a gentle and calm man. So I hope you managed to get to know me mostly. My works represent people, nature, in a contemporary style.

- The Wall -2024
A pale wall separates two silences. From a half-open door, a man looks out — not at the world, but at its memory. His gaze cuts through the cold air like a ray lost among the bricks.
In front of him, a faceless presence, a woman made of dust and steam, still stands, but is no longer there. The color of her dress melts into the wall, as if time had begun to erase her, bit by bit.
The windows are closed, but the doors seem to breathe. The light comes from nowhere — it just persists, like a memory that refuses to leave. Everything seems suspended between leaving and returning, between an “I see you” and an “I forgot you.”
The painting does not depict a scene, but a separation that never ended. It is a poem about absence, painted in the cold shades of a morning that never ends…

This painting will always remind me of my family…