Thorns
March 1, 2024
It’s so easy to hurt someone. The word is such a powerful tool that we often don’t even realize it…
It’s so easy to hurt someone. The word is such a powerful tool that we often don’t even realize it…
I remember sitting around the year 2006 at a gathering of Photopost photographers at a pub in Prague. All the men at the meeting were photographers. And all the girls were models. I sat there and observed the events around me, all the lively conversations and dramatic gestures. Suddenly,...
Have you ever tried photographing with a model? By “model” here, I don’t mean a fashion runway model, but a model who willingly poses and is happy to adjust her poses/clothing/scene according to the photographer’s requests. Unlike commissioned photography, the aim here is to satisfy the vision of the...
My grandmother likes to knit. She likes to work in her garden and she likes to take care of her dogs, cat and chickens. And of course she likes us, her grandchildren. The photograph was taken in 2006 on black and white film using a Zenit analogue camera.
His charismatic face, marked with wrinkles, captivated me at the first sight. I captured his enthusiastic expression during a presentation at my mother’s fiftieth birthday celebration in May 2004. That’s how this iconic photo with the butterfly was created. He liked it, and so did the others. He always...
This little girl in a nomadic village caught my attention at first glance. Her solemn expression, dirty face, and wet shirt seemed to scream all the childhood struggles she had experienced. Her sisters and other women were preparing traditional flatbreads for tourists who had come as part of a...
Once in March 2007, I went to Špilberk. I took photos of birds, views, and the play of shadows on the walls and floor. Nothing special. When I was returning to the dormitory, I got off the tram and on the street, I noticed this old lady. Beautifully dressed...
All day I am home alone, studying, studying… Silence, the sun is shining outside, I grab my book and go to the balcony. The chirping of birds, the laughter of children, and an hour passes without me even realizing. The slightly ajar balcony doors sway open and then return...
My grandfather loved crossword puzzles. He also enjoyed reading books and then passionately discussing them. He also loved writing articles for newspapers. He cherished his garden and his profession as a teacher. He liked to share stories from his childhood. And he loved his wife, his children, and grandchildren....
Spring is here, everything is growing, blooming, fragrant… Now, just to find that spring within us…