Coherent thematic bodies of work
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During the summer semester, I continued my long-standing interest in painting as a space of inner conflict and transformation, focusing on the motifs of protagonism and antagonism. The initial impulse came from Paolo Uccello’s Saint George and the Dragon. I shifted my attention to the spaces of the boiler room and the smokehouse, places where profoundly intense moments charged with existential significance unfolded. Throughout the paintings and objects, motifs such as the dragon, the willow creature (vrbáč), fire, smoke, and the boiler recur as metaphors…
The series of plein air paintings emerges from direct observation of light, colour, and the changing atmosphere of a place. I…
Další cesta: Potkávám jednoho – toho samého člověka, V příkrý, pod kopcem, ležím pod levandulí…:vůně: motáme si hlavy. Náruč zaručí blízké propojení, / pokaždé / se však objeví vnucená zápletka. Pleteme si hlavy. (Fakt) Žluté copy, spíš proutky (jak dlouhé?) – dlouhé až k zemi, srůstají s trávou, na níž se minulé, předešlé, ty předtím – neustále vracejí… - zvolám: “Lidi! Já dopadám do toku řeky, kde nepromíjím prominutelné a prostě, jednoduše se nesmím vrátit. Nahmatám tlačítko ZPĚT…ZZZzlozvyk ZLO jako zvyk. Zvykám si na zlo? Obstojně se držím v mdlém tlení, Kde si sama se sebou povídám. “Je to obyčejná otázka?” zeptám se. “Ano, jen je to otázka života a smrti,” odpovím si. Ten samý člověk se nade mnou pousměje – jsem jen reflexí sebe sama? ¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨ Řeka se zklidní…
Bachelor’s thesis
My bachelor’s thesis Catharsis explores the process of purification, placing emphasis on deeply personal expression through painting as a means of processing repressed emotions. It reflects on my previous works, in which I explored the themes of the bathroom, purification, natural elements (willow and water), and human fragility (porcelain). The symbolism of catharsis is expressed through fantastical figures - willow creatures (vrbáči), mistletoe, and porcelain figurines - all of which refer to inner transformation, the fluidity of identity, and memory. The paintings function as a visual diary of an internal process in which dreams and symbolic…
I hide, you hide, he hides, she hides, we hide, you hide, they hide… In the corner, beneath the table, inside a wardrobe, under a tree, in a hole, beneath a blanket, among the clouds… What is a hiding place? Is it a safe space that protects us from every danger? Or is it a dangerous space that cannot protect us from ourselves? My initial search led me to a tree - more specifically, to the spruce tree we had at home. We used to run beneath it, keep our toys there, and spend hours underneath its branches because it was enormous. Yet there were also strange, even unsettling moments that we did not want anyone to witness. As a result, what had once seemed like a “safe” space became an unpredictable place…
The Bathroom Space 2023 I am in it. Am I drowning beneath it – or above it? They say I am resting. I see railway tracks. Rain keeps falling. Pouring. Is this supposed to be a cleansing? I walk toward the tracks - straight ahead. I have known this place since I hovered above the strawberry patch. Or rather, since my grandmother’s hands held me above the reddening signal lights. I ate them. They tasted good. Like a derailed body - body…
First attempt
Were we children? Or are we still? Clumsy movements and childlike behaviour led me to imagine the bathtub as a space of cleansing, one that can nevertheless be disrupted by persistent thoughts from the past. The bathroom becomes an intimate space in which everyday rituals can give rise to existential questions and draw us into a state of emotional vulnerability. I sought to connect this space with childhood - a period of imagination, uncertainty, and growth. Motifs of children’s clothing, toys, and simple, awkward movements therefore emerge throughout…
A series of paintings bound by the materialized notion of a bond…
2023 A bumpy plain that gets under your nails. Before they started collecting, they stood across from each other, scared, waiting to see what would or wouldn’t happen. Their throats tightened, they didn’t greet one another, and instead stared at the ground. The muddy field shifted in the meantime; gloves on sweaty hands made holding the empty buckets uncomfortable. The collectors stood over the furrowed trench, glancing around. They weren’t the only…
A series of paintings in which I repeatedly return to the motif of flowers…
Studies of figures in motion, focusing on gesture, dynamics…
The paintings show associations and memories in which landscape, water, and the bathroom gradually connect and lose their clear…
