Text works
Supernova
The image calls. The image demands.
Creation is dance, reverie, and duel.
A duel with obstinate paper - to twist its nature, to bend it, and force it to serve the work. It is a capoeira with ink, which at times flows too freely, at times does not flow at all, or leaves a mark - beautiful yet pale - that fades before my eyes. Or else a dull, formless stain that - alas - remains.
Oh, that ringing moment when you realise that only this stroke is needed, and no other - it is so obvious!
It has always been obvious.
How could one not have known?
Because it is like breathing.
And yet the moment does not come.
And you do not know if it will come.
Now? Later?
Should you wait for it?
One can crumple the image.
One can hurl it into lines and sentences.
What if the painting remains only a line?
Creation is like breathing.
It is the story of a painting being born — one that may never come into being. One can hold one’s breath, but one cannot not breathe.
Brno 23.01.26
Creation is dance, reverie, and duel.
A duel with obstinate paper - to twist its nature, to bend it, and force it to serve the work. It is a capoeira with ink, which at times flows too freely, at times does not flow at all, or leaves a mark - beautiful yet pale - that fades before my eyes. Or else a dull, formless stain that - alas - remains.
Oh, that ringing moment when you realise that only this stroke is needed, and no other - it is so obvious!
It has always been obvious.
How could one not have known?
Because it is like breathing.
And yet the moment does not come.
And you do not know if it will come.
Now? Later?
Should you wait for it?
One can crumple the image.
One can hurl it into lines and sentences.
What if the painting remains only a line?
Creation is like breathing.
It is the story of a painting being born — one that may never come into being. One can hold one’s breath, but one cannot not breathe.
Brno 23.01.26
