All of us have centuries within ourselves.
(Juan Gris)
I like returning to dreams. Or to the moments when dew shimmers in a cobweb. I close my eyes and try to retain this tiny image in my mind all day long. Scarcely have I succeeded.
Return is a frequent theme of my pictures. Figures and shadows return to where they once emerged. There where they perhaps have their home or shelter. A home recovered, sought, or a home offered.
I like old houses, buildings that make us ponder what took place or happened in them at one time. Just like landscapes. For me a landscape is not an alignment of trees, water, skies, land. It is always a scene of something. A scene of a story, love, sorrow, joy; a scene of something great, as well as a scene of something so small that it barely leaves a trace in the landscape. But I believe it does. Whenever I look at a landscape, I try to see traces of stories. Eternal worlds, eternal stories.
I also try to see traces of stories in faces, in names, in words. Since every person has in their face Returns – to childhood, yesterday, the minute before… I look and try to see. Sometimes I perhaps do see, but how to draw it? I return again to the moment of Seeing and find that I have returned with the drawn figure on my own, somewhere to my own Yesterday.
And when I talk to someone looking at my picture, I can see that they too have returned. Not with me. On their own. Somewhere within their own world where I myself cannot get. This delights me. I am delighted that he/she and I have somewhere to return and have somewhere to emerge from again.
Current Residence: Prague
Favourite genre of music: classic, chanson, ethnic and many more
Favourite photographer: Georgia O'Keeffe, Diana Zehetner
Favourite style of art: oil,watercolour, dry-point, chalk, pencil, drawing ink