The years I spent in Costa Rica and Mexico brought colors to my art. I named my style PURA VIDA. I love colors and the smiles of those who like my paintings.
But I was afraid to even go to Prague on my own; I was scared of loneliness and of getting lost. I was scared to dream about what the world looks like elsewhere. I saw everything in black and white. One day, however, when I heard about Miami Beach, which sounded magical to me at the time, I quit thinking of fear and started to dream. It started innocently.
Lots of tears… Fortunately, some of them were also tears of joy.
It started in Miami Beach.
And it didn’t end in Miami.
I have seen, heard, and lived through a lot. One day rich, the next without a home.
I ate what TICOS ate, I spoke like a TICA, and for my birthday they sang MARIACHI to me. (Note: MARIACHI is supposed to have come to Mexico and Central America from our country.)
I was proud to do circuit racing in a Škoda car. I wrecked several cars. And I taught Costa Rican girls to drive a car on a racing circuit. I saw that driving a car, which we consider natural, could on the other side of the earth mean:
And all this only to return one day. And I was relieved when I realized that I still got Czech jokes. And that it was time to continue on. Here, where I was born.
Those 12 years brought COLORS into my life.
This is how I see it. Thank you for watching.