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Kateřina Němcová - Návštěva | vernisáž | Kafara
Kateřina Němcová - Visit | Vernissage Carack
Event by: Kafara
Location: Fryčajova 78/16, Fryčajova 16, Brno-Maloměřice a Obřany
Discussions and lectures, Art Exhibitions
About event
“Step by step, I choke and listen to the snow to crunch gently. The sun says goodbye to the forest, going to shine elsewhere. He warms my back and cinema tail, the landscape in front of us dyes with apricot spill. Winter drives us to a cup of coffee in the attic room above the river. We return joyfully through the dirt road, frost drives us. The handkerchief turned into an ice sculpture.
I feel from my nose, Sopel is not enough. ”
The exhibition consists of my long -term illustrated calendar, where there are selected scenes from my days in the past six months.
In the second part of the exhibition, you will become pilgrims, where the illustrations will guide you through a collection of God's torture from the Czech and foreign landscapes, which I have traded and recorded on paper.
"Without words standing in the landscape, waiting for passers -by travele and dogs that the horns are delicacy.
Woods, I like to meet my wanderings, along with fruit trees, but now in the winter of God has no competition.
And when they stand so on the edge of the roads, they speak quietly to the peeling look, do not want anything, just please, so I decided to give them at least with a picture, that is the immunity in my memory. "
I feel from my nose, Sopel is not enough. ”
The exhibition consists of my long -term illustrated calendar, where there are selected scenes from my days in the past six months.
In the second part of the exhibition, you will become pilgrims, where the illustrations will guide you through a collection of God's torture from the Czech and foreign landscapes, which I have traded and recorded on paper.
"Without words standing in the landscape, waiting for passers -by travele and dogs that the horns are delicacy.
Woods, I like to meet my wanderings, along with fruit trees, but now in the winter of God has no competition.
And when they stand so on the edge of the roads, they speak quietly to the peeling look, do not want anything, just please, so I decided to give them at least with a picture, that is the immunity in my memory. "