Prague based painter Academy of fine arts,Prague Painting studio of Vladimír Skrepl and Jan Šerých

The human in its vertical alignment,
wants to be the link between heaven and earth
with the time he stunts.

Numb, winter rigid, hollowed out.
Reurgitated. Eroded. Online. Fed.
Therapeutic, dead, buried,
accompanied with loneliness.

We are the young and we are the old.
We get grey hairs.
Sleep. Sloth tactics.

Yes, it is a lethargy, from now,
up to history, into oblivion.

There is the memory,
the dream,
that is timely and floating.
The ideas pass by like clouds.

A wave in art is like a wave in the ocean
is a moment.
Like a gesture, a touch, a life.
Here is ground, horizon and sky.

It bears, is soul, is noise, is chase.
To breathe. Wide.

Only the wind is music,
only the stars
and the memory is what warms,
what will be lived,
what locates.

Let’s be flat.
Let’s be timeless.
Let’s build worlds.

As a human you are small.
your inner landscape is infinite.

When is everything over?
For you, for me, for all, forever.