"I still don’t fully believe it — not yet — but slowly, step by step, day by day, it becomes more real: I have a place.
For twenty years I was a migratory bird. There are few corners of Budapest where I haven’t brought an event, a piece, a workshop. Like a river, I kept changing riverbeds, searching for where I could stay. And now, here, I believe I’ve found it. I have landed.
A big work is ahead: transformation, renovation, construction. The space is already open, and the first events have already happened.
The Studio will be a home for disobedient art — for practices that refuse to be formatted, simplified, or made obedient to trends, institutions, or market expectations. A place where artists are not trained to fit, but supported to listen to what is necessary, urgent, and theirs. Where work is allowed to stay strange, unfinished, contradictory, alive. It will be a place of accompaniment and transmission. A place where I guide artists from research to creation to presentation. A space dedicated to attention, to focus, to detail. A space that treats the process as a whole — with its hesitations, detours, failures, and returns — where trying, failing, and starting again is part of the work. It will be a place to dream out loud, to elaborate ideas, to produce and make things real, to share and show, to question and challenge. A place where seeds are planted and grow their first leaves. Where my different lines of work finally meet and intersect: performance, pedagogy, writing, research, production — forming a living ecosystem in dialogue, friction, and construction.
A long road is behind me. An even longer one ahead. And I feel ready.
Thank you to everyone who believed in me and supported me. And thank you also to those who didn’t. This studio is made of yeses and nos, refusals and rejections, collapses and reconstructions. Closed doors have a way of turning into force.
This is a plural space: plural in thinking, plural in being, plural in structure and function. Studio. Residency. School. Production house. Laboratory. Garden. A place where I plant, water, and stay long enough to see what grows.
Come by. Pass through. Say hi. It is concrete now. It is real. And you are warmly welcome."
— Anna Ádám
ÁDÁM ANNA STUDIO STROMFELD AURÉL ÚT 27. 1124 BUDAPEST