Attila Peter : "The Man Who Tried to Paint Silence"
There once was a man
who spent his whole life collecting silences.
Not possessions.
Not recognition.
Not victories or losses.
Silences.
The silence of morning light before the world awoke.
The silence in a child’s eyes before the first word.
The silence in an old chapel, long unused,
still fragrant with ancient prayers.
The silence on the face of a sleeping woman,
unaware someone watched her with love.
And as the years passed,
this man began to feel:
“This is too much to carry.
These silences are not just mine anymore.”
One day, he placed a canvas before him.
He didn’t know how to paint.
But he knew:
it wasn’t technique he needed.
It was truth.
And he had a truth in him
no one else had ever seen.
He picked up a brush —
not to paint objects,
but to paint what lives in the spaces between things.
He didn’t paint a mountain,
but you could feel its weight.
He didn’t paint a face,
but presence was there.
He didn’t paint the sun,
but the warmth stayed with you.
And when he finished,
he didn’t know what he had made.
He just sat before it — and wept.
Not from sadness.
But because he felt:
“This is no longer mine.
This has become one of the world’s silences —
and I’ve given it back.”
Years passed.
No one noticed the painting.
It didn’t hang in galleries.
It wasn’t celebrated.
It simply rested on a dusty wall
on the edge of the world.
Until one day,
someone walked in,
stood before it,
and said nothing.
They didn’t analyze.
They didn’t ask.
They just… cried.
And in that moment,
the artist knew:
The painting had returned home.
Not to a person —
but to the world.
The Story of Attila Peter
“We all come from the same place and go to the same place. In the meantime, we are surrounded by the same fears and uncertainties. Many try to find themselves through the eyes of others. This was the case with me for a long time, until the moment came when I had to step onto my own path.
I wanted this more than anything! The hardest part was to hear my inner voice again after so many opinions from others and to allow myself to be me.These thoughts and feelings flow through me! Some people like it, some don’t...but that doesn’t matter. What matters is the love and happiness I feel now when creating something – there is no greater joy for me!”