..not about what is seen, but about what is known forever in the Spirit.
New atelier in a sacred old monastery house from the 17th century in Malá Strana, nestled in the natural surroundings of Petrin hill in the center of old Prague.
I will be delighted and honored to welcome you in the new studio.
Please send me an email for the studio visit.
I am looking forward to meeting you.
"To create life one has to love. To create a great work of art one has to love truth with the passion of a maniac. If society does not perceive this love, humanity perhaps will.” John Graham, System and Dialectics of Art, published in 1937
It is a paradox that we encounter so much internal noise when we first try to sit in silence. It is a paradox that experiencing pain releases pain. It is a paradox that keeping still can lead us so fully into life and being.
Our minds do not like paradoxes. We want things to be clear, so we can maintain our illusions of safety.
Certainty breeds tremendous smugness. We each possess a deeper level of being, however, which loves paradox.
It knows that summer is already growing like a seed in the depth of winter. It knows that the moment we are born, we begin to die. It knows that all of life shimmers, in shades of becoming-that shadow and light are always together, the visible mingled with the invisible.
When we sit in stillness we are profoundly active. Keeping silent, we hear the roar of existence.
Through our willingness to be the one we are, we become one with everything.
Works on paper, mixed media on paper, 42x30 cm or 60x42 cm, 2022-2024
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Meditation is the emptying of the mind of all the things that the mind has put together. If you do that - perhaps you won't, but it doesn't matter, just listen to this - you will find that there is an extraordinary space in the mind, and that space is freedom. So you must demand freedom at the very beginning, and not just wait, hoping to have it at the end. You must seek out the significance of freedom in your work, in your relationships, in everything that you do. Then you will find that meditation is creation.
The origin is nameless; the origin is absolutely quiet, it is not whirring about making noise. Creation is something that is most holy, that is the most sacred thing in life, and if you have made a mess of your life, change it. Change it today, not tomorrow. If you are uncertain, find out why and be certain. If your thinking is not straight, think straight, unless all that is prepared, all that is settled, you cannot enter into this world, into the world of creation.
Only the mind that has emptied itself of the known is creative. That is creation. What it creates has nothing to do with it. Freedom from the known is the state of a mind that is in creation. Jiddu Krishnamurti
Works on paper created in serenity of sublime hills of Provence and Tuscany. Mixed media on paper, 42x29,5 cm, 2022
No artist tolerates reality.. F. Nietzche
Such an honor to walk a path of creation in the most beautiful, charmy, calm, and historically significant part in the centre of Prague, Mala Strana which happened to be for me a real home. Thank you Obecni Noviny Male Strany a Hradcan for this article.
..dream within a dream.
A dream as a representation of the primary intention, the first idea, inner movement, and tendency that sets the direction for its further manifestation into form. All that is, all that exists, comes from this movement. The ever-present moving power is inherent in every cell, every planet, every star, every human being, every soul, seed and plant, every grain of soil, the movement of a leaf, and a drop of water. We are that energy that we cannot escape. The whole existence in its physical form is a manifestation of this energy, this spirit. To dream is to connect with this infinite spirit, with the great source. To dream is to live from our soul, as the manifestation of this great energy in its infinitely unique forms. To live our unique expression. To recognize it, to get to know it, we need to listen to distant ancient calling of our Soul. An idea that comes from the Source, the unified field of all possibilities that the mind cannot even imagine. That is great freedom…maybe the greatest one. To allow ourselves to dream. Unconditionally, utterly. All infinitely exist. To be awake but to dream is one of the greatest awakenings. Awakening into freedom where there is no division.
Please, feel free to immerse yourself into the depth of infinite possibilities of a dream within a dream through this short video I had a great pleasure to create for you..
..with divine music by Almaghoot, Deep Blue
“The idea is there locked inside. All you have to do is to remove the excess stone.” Michelangelo
I am pleased to invite you to exhibition Not of the mind that is taking place at industrial gallery space Stara cistirna odpadnich vod, Bubenec in Prague. The exhibition will last until September 30 and it provides the space for my most recent abstract paintings which were created at historically significant Nerudova street in Prague and which concern the act of going beyond.
“The act of going beyond what is usually known and thought either in perceptions or creations can be understood, as Ordo Amoris reflects, as an invitation to a space that the mind would name “the miracles”. Devoid of all that makes us feel comfortable in the familiar, the space of freedom occurs where all that is is in a pure unconditional creation. Either to create it or to perceive it, by ignoring the habitual responses or unconscious thoughts, Ordo Amoris creates the frequency of being where there is the clarity of doing in so-called non-doing, where all that is provides the space into the unknown and to a priori freedom. “I study the space where questions and subsequent conversations arise between the universal energies of something considered, as an intention, the primary source of all the movement in the Universe, and on the other hand the freedom as the energy a priori inherent in all that is.” What is to go on the canvas, she reflects, is not a picture, nor an idea, not the event, but that “what is”. “I do not have tendencies to name my work abstract. The works without conceptions are not my projections, nor expressions, it has nothing to do with myself, nor my feelings. It is not self-projected, the self is not even there. It is something beyond all experiencing as we know it.” The work, with its ethereal organic forms that are not conditioned yet are not automatic arising from subconscious, are rather a fluent transcendence of all that is, even itself. Being metaphysical in scope it can serve as a juxtaposition between that which we are conditioned to know and to think and that which comes from a priori freedom. Is it not, then, the dissolved self in all that is without its hints or tendencies and freely moving in a gap in between thoughts, the truest essence of its own? The question is not here to be answered. Ordo Amoris believes that "in our willingness to step into the unknown, the wisdom of uncertainty, where the freedom from our conditioning lies, we surrender ourselves to the creative mind that orchestrates the dance of the universe.”
I am pleased and honoured to invite you all to opening of my exhibition "Not of the mind" that will take place at exquisite industrial gallery space of Stará čistírna odpadních vod Bubeneč
on August 18 from 17:00.
The exhibition will last until September 30 and it will provide the space for my most recent abstract paintings which were created at historically significant Nerudova street in Prague and which concern the act of going beyond.
“The act of going beyond what is usually known and thought either in perceptions or creations can be understood, as Ordo Amoris reflects, as an invitation to a space that the mind would name “the miracles”. Devoid of all that makes us feel comfortable in the familiar, the space of freedom occurs where all that is is in a pure unconditional creation. Either to create it or to perceive it, by ignoring the habitual responses or unconscious thoughts, Ordo Amoris creates the frequency of being where there is the clarity of doing in so-called non-doing, where all that is provides the space into the unknown and to a priori freedom. “I study the space where questions and subsequent conversations arise between the universal energies of something considered, as an intention, the primary source of all the movement in the Universe, and on the other hand the freedom as the energy a priori inherent in all that is.” What is to go on the canvas, she reflects, is not a picture, nor an idea, not the event, but that “what is”. “I do not have tendencies to name my work abstract. The works without conceptions are not my projections, nor expressions, it has nothing to do with myself, nor my feelings. It is not self-projected, the self is not even there. It is something beyond all experiencing as we know it.” The work, with its ethereal organic forms that are not conditioned yet are not automatic arising from subconscious, are rather a fluent transcendence of all that is, even itself. Being metaphysical in scope it can serve as a juxtaposition between that which we are conditioned to know and to think and that which comes from a priori freedom. Is it not, then, the dissolved self in all that is without its hints or tendencies and freely moving in a gap in between thoughts, the truest essence of its own? The question is not here to be answered. Ordo Amoris believes that "in our willingness to step into the unknown, the wisdom of uncertainty, where the freedom from our conditioning lies, we surrender ourselves to the creative mind that orchestrates the dance of the universe.”
With the team of gallery space I look forward to seeing you and your friends on Tuesday, August 18, from 17:00, at Papírenská 6, Prague 6 - Bubeneč.
..the dawn mist glowing, the water flowing, endless river, forever and ever.
..when the night meets with dawn, dark with light, ignorance with love..and the plant deep from its roots grows and the flower blooms, and they touch again each other and understand.
Read as little as possible..
..in the way of aesthetics and criticism - it will either be partisan views, fossilised and made meaningless in its lifeless rigidity, or it will be neat wordplay, where one opinion will triumph one day and the opposite the next. Works of art are infinitely solitary and nothing is less likely to reach them than criticism. Only love can grasp them and hold them and do them justice. With regard to any such disquisition, review or introduction, trust yourself and your instincts; even if you go wrong in your judgement, the natural growth of your inner life will gradually, over time, lead you to other insights. Allow your verdicts their own quiet untroubled development which like all progress must come from deep within and cannot be forced or accelerated. Everything must be carried to term before it is born. To let every impression and the germ of every feeling come to completion inside, in the dark, in the unsayable, the unconscious, in what is unattainable to ones own intellect, and to wait with deep humility and patience for the hour when a new clarity is delivered: that alone is to live as an artist, in the understanding and in ones creative work. These things cannot be measured by time, a year has no meaning, and ten years are nothing. To be an artist means: not to calculate and count; to grow and ripen like a tree which does not hurry the flow of its sap and stands at ease in the spring games without fearing that no summer may follow. It will come. But it comes only to those who are patient, who are simply there in their vast, quiet tranquility, as if eternity lay before them. It is a lesson I learn every day amid hardships I am thankful for: patience is all..
Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters To a Young Poet
Simplest, yet the greatest..
In this torn desert world there is no love because pleasure and desire play the greatest roles, yet without love your daily life has no meaning. And you cannot have love if there is no beauty. Beauty is not something you see—not a beautiful tree, a beautiful picture, a beautiful building, or a beautiful woman. There is beauty only when your heart and mind know what love is. Without love and that sense of beauty there is no virtue, and you know very well that, do what you will—improve society, feed the poor—you will only be creating more mischief, for without love there is only ugliness and poverty in your own heart and mind. But when there is love and beauty, whatever you do is right, whatever you do is in order. If you know how to love, then you can do what you like because it will solve all other problems. So we reach the point: Can the mind come upon love without discipline, without thought, without enforcement, without any book, any teacher or leader—come upon it as one comes upon a lovely sunset? It seems to me that one thing is absolutely necessary and that is passion without motive—passion that is not the result of some commitment or attachment, passion that is not lust. A man who does not know what passion is will never know love because love can come into being only when there is total self-abandonment. A mind that is seeking is not a passionate mind and to come upon love without seeking it is the only way to find it—to come upon it unknowingly and not as the result of any effort or experience. Such a love, you will find, is not of time; such a love is both personal and impersonal, is both the one and the many. Like a flower that has perfume, you can smell it or pass it by. That flower is for everybody and for the one who takes trouble to breathe it deeply and look at it with delight. Whether one is very near in the garden or very far away, it is the same to the flower because it is full of that perfume and, therefore, it is sharing with everybody. Love is something that is new, fresh, alive. It has no yesterday and no tomorrow. It is beyond the turmoil of thought. It is only the innocent mind which knows what love is, and the innocent mind can live in the world, which is not innocent. To find this extraordinary thing which man has sought endlessly through sacrifice, through worship, through relationship, through sex, through every form of pleasure and pain, is only possible when thought comes to understand itself and comes naturally to an end. Then love has no opposite, then love has no conflict.
So we are asking, is freedom - not from something - is it love? And is love a reaction? That is, I see a beautiful woman or a man, or a marvellous statue - I'd love to have it, I'd love to have it in my room, look at it day after day, and each time I look at it, it is different, that's a great masterpiece. And for most of us love perhaps may not exist. Please, I am just asking this, I am not saying it does not exist. For most of us perhaps we don't know what it is. We know attraction, we know tenderness, we know pity, we know guilt, remorse and jealousy. The crows are making an awful lot of noise - I am sorry. Is all that love? Do you understand my question? If it is not love, then love has no reaction. Then that is freedom, which is not born out of a reaction. You may be a Christian, and being intellectual you might become a Buddhist. You have chosen, you are free to become a Buddhist, because Buddhism is much more intellectually active, interesting, it has got great depth and all the rest of it. And you are free from one and trapped in the other. And you may love the Buddha, rejecting your own particular deity. And this is called freedom. The crows are free! (Laughter) This is very important to understand, not intellectually, not verbally, but the depth and the beauty of it.
And we also should ask when we are talking about the art of living, what is beauty. The great architecture, the cathedrals of Europe, the great temples and the mosques of the world, constructed with great architects, the great painters, the great sculptors - Michelangelo - ah! When you see all that, that's beautiful. So is beauty manmade? Please exercise your brains to find out. A tiger is not manmade. Thank the lord! A tree in a field alone, solitary, with all the dignity of a marvellous old tree - that's not manmade. But the moment you paint that tree it's manmade, and you admire, go to a museum to see that tree painted by a great artist. So in our life, which is part of the art of living, is to understand the depth and the beauty of freedom, and the goodness of it. And beauty - not the picture, the poem, the marvellous writer - but what is beauty? A beautiful man, a beautiful woman, a face that has depth. And without that aesthetic quality in life, which is born of sensitivity, which is born out of all the senses in action, not one particular, or two, or three senses, but the whole movement of the senses. Surely beauty is when the self is not. When I am not, beauty is. When the self is not, love is. And so love, freedom, goodness, beauty, are one. Not something separate, not something pursued, one pursues what is beauty and spends the rest of your life on that. But they are all interrelated. Goodness, that word, though it is very old fashioned, that very word has an extraordinary depth to that word. To feel the depth of goodness, and that can only be when there is freedom, when there is love, beauty.
Jiddu Krishnamurti
There is still another aspect under which the beauty of the world may be viewed, namely, as it becomes an object of the intellect. Beside the relation of things to virtue, they have a relation to thought. The intellect searches out the absolute order of things as they stand in the mind of God, and without the colors of affection. The intellectual and the active powers seem to succeed each other, and the exclusive activity of the one generates the exclusive activity of the other. There is something unfriendly in each to the other, but they are like the alternate periods of feeding and working in animals; each prepares and will be followed by the other. Therefore does beauty, which, in relation to actions, as we have seen, comes unsought, and comes because it is unsought, remain for the apprehension and pursuit of the intellect; and then again, in its turn, of the active power. Nothing divine dies. All good is eternally reproductive. The beauty of nature reforms itself in the mind, and not for barren contemplation, but for new creation. All men are in some degree impressed by the face of the world; some men even to delight. This love of beauty is Taste. Others have the same love in such excess, that, not content with admiring, they seek to embody it in new forms. The creation of beauty is Art. The production of a work of art throws a light upon the mystery of humanity. A work of art is an abstract or epitome of the world. It is the result or expression of nature, in miniature. For, although the works of nature are innumerable and all different, the result or the expression of them all is similar and single. Nature is a sea of forms radically alike and even unique. A leaf, a sun-beam, a landscape, the ocean, make an analogous impression on the mind. What is common to them all,—that perfectness and harmony, is beauty. The standard of beauty is the entire circuit of natural forms,—the totality of nature; which the Italians expressed by defining beauty "il piu nell' uno." Nothing is quite beautiful alone: nothing but is beautiful in the whole. A single object is only so far beautiful as it suggests this universal grace. The poet, the painter, the sculptor, the musician, the architect, seek each to concentrate this radiance of the world on one point, and each in his several work to satisfy the love of beauty which stimulates him to produce. Thus is Art, a nature passed through the alembic of man. Thus in art, does nature work through the will of a man filled with the beauty of her first works. The world thus exists to the soul to satisfy the desire of beauty. This element I call an ultimate end. No reason can be asked or given why the soul seeks beauty. Beauty, in its largest and profoundest sense, is one expression for the universe. God is the all-fair. Truth, and goodness, and beauty, are but different faces of the same All. But beauty in nature is not ultimate. It is the herald of inward and eternal beauty, and is not alone a solid and satisfactory good. It must stand as a part, and not as yet the last or highest expression of the final cause of Nature.
Ralph Waldo Emerson, Nature
