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Autumn
1950
oil/paper
16,5 x 22 cm
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I
can no longer precisely recall the moment when I painted my first picture
on a piece of cartboard from a shoebox, that windly late afternoon with
a kite flying in the heavy skies, children by the open fire and cattle
grazing. I only remember my longing to paint that autum experience. Childhood
impresion are especially deeply engraved on the soul.
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My
mother
1954
45 x 31,5 cm
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1943.
It is war. I am in my sixth year and dad is dying of tuberculosis of the
lung. After the war I and my mother go regularly for X-rays. Once I cannot
resist and I look into the dim room. The visual perception af the glowing
blue-green square in which mother's heart beats is unforgettable for me.
Perhaps this image from my youth also affects my work. I always want to
penetrate into the ivisible world inside a person. In this unique world
I can regroup shapes in line with what I am living through and what I want
to say. It is exciting to move in an area of imagination and multiple rneanings.
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My
Grandmother"s Hands
1955
pencil/paper
10,5 x 33,5cm
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Dreaming
pencil/paper
1961
19 x 14 cm
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Young
girl and an old man at a dance
1962
66 x 70,5 cm
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The ritual
of the dance has so much in common with the course of life! In one short
waltz - the story of life is written. The older generation give their hands
to the youngest generation. They become one in the rhythm and they dance.
The girl with the burgeoning breasts in lace is spinning with her grandfather.
He presses her hand to his heart, to show her how it thumps... |
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Masked
ball
1962
65,5 x 109 cm
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Like
many of the other children I lernt to play the fiddle from our village roofer.
Then I bought a military drum ina Prague bazaar and taught myself to play.
By a series of chances it happened that I first sat down to the drums and
played publicly in a small village pub at a dance evening. I played there
on Saturday and Sunday for eight years during my studies. |
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Head
1964
pastel
ink/paper
27,5 x 48 cm
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Egg
(Comedy No. 4)
1968
dry point, mezzotint
49 x 64 cm
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Lasciate
orgi speranza
1968
dry point, mezzotint
64 x 49 cm
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August
1968. I am in an atelier near the Castle. The life of the whole country
has been paralysed. Everywhere there are Soviet tanks, vehicles, and soldiers
with loaded guns. Suddenly Jiri Masin arrives and, with his eyes full of
tears, says, "Lasciate ogni speranza, abandon all hope!" After two weeks
I leave with the theatre for a festival in Ireland, in Dublin, the city
of Joyce. I take everything that I need for work. Here I etch a print on
the theme of the inscription above the gates of hell in Dante's Divine Comedy.
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Variant
of Dürer"s St. Hieronymus
1970
dry point, mezzotint
59 x 45 cm
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By placing
in sequence the self-portraits of Albrecht Durer I consider, for the first
time, the theme of the portrait in time. Later I develop this theme in a
larger cycle. |
