Utopias often emerge in the undefined zones of childhood—in playgrounds of the mind, within imaginary geographies and cosmic micro-worlds. In Zsofi Barabas’ work, forms hover between sculptural precision and ephemeral abstraction, as if inviting us to slip quietly into her dream-logic.

My own practice drifts between the whimsical language of childhood and the raw tactility of strange, ungovernable matter. Together, we animate these spaces—not as objects, but as thresholds: hidden images folded beneath blankets, forgotten in attics, or waiting silently at the edges of our studios.

These are not merely constructions; they are invitations. Proposals for an elsewhere. A shared terrain where memory, play, and material come together to gesture toward the possibility of a world—our world—rebuilt from the ground up.

This is our second playground.