it is just a feeling, in those days when the shapes are changing, come alive, along with the violent flow of hot blood in the veins, the tension that drives the body, the pain in the chest, and every tiny reveal what was secret… it will never be that much later… it will never be repeated and yet in every one of us the feeling remains and it is even though it cannot be called back, so we remember it and we will covertly feel it…
noise, atmosphere, chanting and round ball, it’s a game, it’s a team, and it’s a sport… and it’s about being detached from looking at what’s going on right now, taking away worries, what just erased the moment of feelings somewhere else – sadness, happiness, pain and beauty – the only and veritable is here and now in the noise of the rushing stadium, it is the ball rotates in the spotlight…
it is not lavender fields, not red wine in ceramic cups, sunset on the walls of Luberon, none of it is, it is not even the odour of the sea, hot air… this is something in us, in our souls and hearts, a piece of history, fragments of feelings , the pride of the kings and the hardworking of the farmers, and all that drove and passed through this landscape… the interesting thing is that it can’t be snapped as photo… it wants loneliness and calm and closed eyes and silence and red wine in the ceramic cup, sitting next to lavender field, smell the sea… then it permeates the man…
you come to the lake and suddenly you know that something will happen… there is a blue sky… clouds… summer breeze… then waves on the water surface… and you will suddenly perceive the odour… you will hear the breath… and you have just ten minutes to know…
every day, each of us releases fragments and drops of evil into the world … and not always for beautiful women … and Pandora screams, but we don’t notice her, we don’t care her warning, all, what she had to go through … we have to go through by ourselves… with a hope on the bottom…
it doesn’t matter which day it is, whether it is a night, in how many years it is, all it is the same – the first day is the first day, whatever it is… it’s all, what is the first time… it’s just a feeling it’s being first time…
no drama, nothing extraordinary, death is not a lady with a scythe … it is a moment waiting for each of us … and the causes of the annihilation of each being are so many: they are diverse – bitter, cynical, comic, expected and unexpected … but always terminal … and sad are those who are still waiting …
our world is magical by the fact, that we are alike and nevertheless we are, everybody, different, the situation is repeated, and anyhow they are different, each of us was conceptioned, equally, and none the less it happened to everyone differently and the same is with the death … our experiences are very similar and despite everybody has it different …
emotions, feelings, passions … experiencing … I do not know how to describe in words the most powerful resonance inside of you when it comes – maybe like this, maybe differently, or perhaps this painting will be an inspiration to access the fulfillment of your excitement …
three poets sitting in different pubs, in different places, in different countries and different times… share a common fate of sleeplessness, broken hearts that feeling as metaphors leak out … glasses, darkness, rows – the companion of loners in dark corners…
when I imagine so much humanity, humankind, together with the restless presence of death, just as Antoine de Saint-Exupéry escaped the ground and himself through his flights, as deliberately looking for a risk, I had to paint that picture … for the depth of his view of us…
to get out of the cage, which is built from the time, the society and the personality around the person, it wants courage as well as fulfilling ideals and finding a way where the heart is liberated and never shudder, or hurries to go for that goal, that was this artwork, the task and work of the writer Jaroslav Foglar … the main influence underlying his contribution was the pedagogical activity to many generations of teenage youth so that they would be respectable and responsible citizens … face obstacles, find the way and get tirelessly from the cage – this is the message and that is this picture…
introvered dourness and humility coupled with boastfulness spring from the craft and the need to create – that is the inspiration by Vladimir Boudník; the ability to see the whole universe in the cracks and crevices, that is attuned to the same chord…
at first, the idea of how perceptions of sexuality are different from men and women in terms of non-fulfillment – for men, it is the instinct and the main driving engine, but for women it is much harder to give up the instinct of the essence of femininity – maternity besides of their sexual pleasure… the difference is a tension in minimal use of colors, but also more levels personified through the Greek Goddess…
the painting of angels’ conception is a reversal reflection of the apocalypse, as John the Evangelist describes – it is the think of the beginning, it is an idea, it is a creation, a kettle in which it was cooked …
imagination of singularity during a big bang or inside a black hole, outperform the borders of thinking is form a blow of physical theorems – the fireworks of enlightenment – so this image was created…