"......Be what it is, The Action of my life is like it, which I'll keep if but for sympathy."
Thursday, 31 May 2018
Irascibility
So what drives you mad? What makes you act with uncomprimising rashness? When I was in Venice the driver of a vaporetto wouldn't admit a mother and her infant child because the boat was too full. A male passenger did not agree and he spat on the driver's face. At this moment I couldn't stop myself imagening that if they had had knives - like probably not a century ago - at least one of them wouldn't have survived the situation.
Wednesday, 30 May 2018
Iconoclasm
The signature had to be, the impact also, how else could he stress his importance, his distinctiveness, when creating or producing something for lack of courage, skill and subject matter was no option.
Tuesday, 29 May 2018
Monday, 28 May 2018
Sunday, 27 May 2018
Saturday, 26 May 2018
Friday, 25 May 2018
Creation
It takes a master's hand to build up all the ingredients that would lead to a tragic ending and then to let them implode in truthful absurdity, while the actual tragedy has happened somewhere else and lent well deserved dignity to its protagonists.
My thoughts on Svatá Noc/ Holy Night by Jan Procházka
My thoughts on Svatá Noc/ Holy Night by Jan Procházka
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