Since I was very young, I was interested in drawing, building and assembling, and understanding how objects work. I used to spend hours sketching cars, planes, machines, and scenes from movies and games, copying images with pencil. No one taught me how, I figure things out for myself. But back then, I didn’t know that design as a profession existed.
That changed in the last year of high school. I stumbled across an article about a university program that offered car design, and something in me just clicked. Like discovering the word for something you’ve felt your whole life. I suddenly realized that all the things I loved doing, drawing, building, thinking in shapes and mechanics could actually become a profession. It felt like finding a door that had always been there, but I had never known to look for it.
I decided to apply to Moholy-Nagy University of Art and Design in Budapest, but I wasn’t ready. My drawing skills were strong, but they were rooted in replicating still images, not creating. I had to start from scratch, not just to sketch differently, but to think differently. I spent months rebuilding my portfolio, learning design thinking, and adapting my approach. Eventually, I was accepted and went on to complete both my Bachelor's and Master’s degrees there.
At first, my dream was to design cars. But over time, my focus shifted. I became more interested in the kinds of objects people use every day, tools, products, ideas that quietly improve someone’s experience without needing to shout. That evolution gave my work a new sense of purpose: not just to create something beautiful, but to make something meaningful.
So no, I didn’t always want to be a designer. But once I found out what design was, there was no going back. It gave me the words, the tools, and the path I had been unconsciously walking all along.