London by Török Viktória

The day I left London I took a cab from Muswell Hill to Victoria to catch my train for Gatwick. It was early morning, still very dark and cold. The cab passed by places that I knew very well or places I never made time to visit. Somehow they were all familiar and suddenly London looked like a small city. I spent three years here.

It was still so surreal to move back to Budapest. As everyone else I came with a reason to London. Wanted to find me and what actually drives me. And I did. After all those years at uni studying economics, math and statistics, here I found art. No longer interested in a career with figures and excel sheets. I always wanted art to come into my life just didn’t know how… I blame all those studies (not the parties though).

 And then Louis Vuitton was about to have a fab little art bookstore and a mini gallery space – to me a little art department –in their New Bond Street Maison.  I wanted to be there. I had two amazing colleagues from the Tate. This is how it started the rest is history for me.  

Now I am back in Budapest still settling down. I need to keep up the hard work to be up to date as London had it all. No more quick visit to White Cube gallery in my lunch break or pop into the shop at the Royal Academy of Arts to buy those postcards for mum.

My real journey is just about to begin.