Modern art

I would make the line between the old-times art and the modern art when the big “Europe wide“ styles ended. I think so, because after, the art was free, and that is the time when artists became more then just painters, sculptors, and visionaries. They became themselves; they showed their guts in the artwork, they showed their fear, their love, their hatred. They flew away from the island full of radars; they managed to free themselves. That is when the real art was born officially.

I love the freedom, the passion, the mood, the variety of forms, shapes, shades, colors, ideas. It is crazy, crazy world, where you can loose yourself completely or find yourself finally. It is as being in brightly white room 3×3 meters, in just a few minutes, you feel lost, you don´t know anymore where the ceiling is where the floor is, you don´t have a point to focus on to make sure everything is the way it should be. Each of us finally scrapes a little point on the wall to give the little universe some ground. But, are we sure we all have it right, that we all think the same about so basic things. That is the magic of art, it shows how we feel and what we see in only our perspective and we hope people will understand us, at least at same basic level, so that we know we are not lost totally. We are going crazy inside, we are wrong somehow, we try to see things to understand them, to analyze them to make a valuable conclusions. I like the idea that art is a mood. It is the only true in arts for me. It is the most important attribute of a piece of art.

“A guilty conscience needs to confess. A work of art is a confession.” Albert Camus

“A work of art is the unique result of a unique temperament.” Oscar Wilde

We all are artists, creating ourselves. This art takes the span of our life. It takes guts to hazard, to try, to change. That is the most profound art of all.

I hate to go to unknown apartments, I hate the little bread things, I don´t like when my tea gets cold, I don´t like to eat with people I don´t know much, I am ridiculously pissed off every time I take my Sony PC and the CD machine opens, because it is just stupidly positioned, I don´t like that I tell to myself stories I make-up unknowingly, I don´t like when my knee-high stockings are not knee high, because I am too tall, I don´t like people who look at my decollete while “talking to me”, I don´t like to see my hands in the morning, I don´t like to wake up in the middle of a dream, I don´t like to be in dark with my evil me, I don´t like people who smoke weed too much so they don´t remember their feelings, I don´t like myself in jeans, I don´t like to cut my nails, I don´t like when my head hurts, I don´t like when anyone calls me Klára, I don´t like when anyone is better in anything then me, I don´t like manga cartoons, I don´t like winter, and I don´t like to be overlooked and bored, I don´t like high heels boots, I don´t like girls with narrow shoulders, I don´t like to clean my desk……because I just love chaos, mum!

I AM HERE

Be a villain

The truth is, we are no special. Somtimes you look in the eyes of the one you love or loved and you see little of what it used to be there. In the mirror, every year, more scared person looks at me. Bribes of life, splíny dneška.

Kde je náš osud, máme ho honit, nebo na něj čekat. Podle čeho se v životě řídit? Ne, není to láska, co nás má vést, jelikož láska je slepá a nepředvídatelná věc. Chci víc, než jen kousek srdce a pocit, že přetrvám v někom jiném. Chci být sama v sobě silné já, ovládající mysl, slova, pohyby. Chci být pevná v názorech a milující sama sebe za dobrotu k sobě.

Snad se mí ztracení naleznou. V láskách, v přátelích, v sourozencích, v rodičích, a nakonec, až utvoří sami sebe z kousků ostatních, uvidí se v zrcadle, světélkující, jako paprsek. V tu chvíli budu vědět, že to tak je a mé srdce budeš šťastné. Chtěla bych žít pro ten moment, jelikož jsem slepá. Ale ti, jejichž slepota mě převyšuje mě naštěstí nenechají. Moje láska je sobecká, až příliš plná touhy po rozkvětu. Z mých prstů vytéká, vytéká z mého lůna. Jsem hračkou osudu a jsem sama sobě Balzakem.

Tolik bych chtěla ujistit ty, na kterých mi záleží, že život nepomíjí s úsvitem a nezačíná se světlem na konci cigarety. Že život je víc, než jen den za dnem, že život je jedinečný v tom, že je náš, že ač se to nezdá, máme moc ho ovlivnit, moc ho proměnit, moc ho zničit a znovu pozvednout. Chci, aby to věděli ti, ke kterým mluvím. A snad tu budu, až budou potřebovat pomoc, a snad tu budou, až budu potřebovat pomoct já.

Umím se smát a umím plakat, to mě dělá člověkem. Umím být smutná a umím být veselá, to mě dělá člověkem. Umím se hýbat a umím zůstat stát, to mě dělá člověkem. Umím milovat a umím nenávidět najednou, to mě dělá ženou.