What might Greta Tugendhat have felt when she left Villa Tugendhat in the spring of 1938? Fear? Anxiety? Anger? Under the threat of the rising Nazism, she emigrated to Switzerland and Venezuela with her husband and two children. She returned to the villa for the first time in 1967,...
During my work on my bachelor’s thesis at ITF in 2012/2013, a multitude of photographs were created. At one point, when I was deciding how to approach them, I arranged them into trios, and I still find this arrangement appealing, even though for the final selection, I ultimately chose...
My practical bachelor’s thesis at the Institute of Creative Photography (ITF) in 2013: Photographing myself helps me gain the necessary peace and perspective in situations when I need it. When I deal with things, people, events that I don’t understand, that make me unhappy or force me to make...
In 2007, I found kindred spirits among the Brno photographers who met every Wednesday evening at a café or pub. Vojtěch Sláma, Roman Franc, Gabriela Kolčavová, and Evžen Sobek were the ones I felt good with at that time. Thanks to them, I learned about ITF, as Roman and...
In the summer of 2006, little Barborka came to visit us with her mom – my cousin Gretka. Barborka really bonded with me during those few days together, so she didn’t mind when I took her pictures. It was also a unique experience for me because I hadn’t photographed...
As a teenager, I loved White Fang and The Call of the Wild by Jack London. I was fascinated by the close relationship between man and dog and its transformation from wolf to dog and from dog to wolf. I longed to have a larger dog myself. This wish...
“She’s such an outsider,” said a teacher at the 8-year high school I attended. The teacher often conducted various personality tests with us and then evaluated them in front of everyone. However, this statement apparently stemmed purely from her observation. I admit that I might not be naturally a...
I’m waiting, hoping… when the first flower will appear. I’m waiting, hoping… when the spring sun will first caress my face. I’m waiting, hoping… when we will meet for the first time. Originally created in April 2005.
I love ferns. The scent of the forest, wilderness, strength, but also fragility in a single frond… Created in May 2006.
