May 29, 2024

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,...

My Photographic Diary

May 14, 2024

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...

I am as I am

May 14, 2024

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...


March 17, 2024

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...


March 15, 2024

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...

Butterfly’s impressions

March 14, 2024

Originally created in September 2005

Called by the wild

March 14, 2024

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...


March 1, 2024

“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...

Waiting for spring

March 1, 2024

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.


March 1, 2024

I love ferns. The scent of the forest, wilderness, strength, but also fragility in a single frond… Created in May 2006.