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| Everything is in eyes about eyes,as always. Elusiveness cloud by for sale. Incidental stains of colors. Planned decisions in flight of nonexistent past and future. From eyes to eyes and further deep into soul up to the mirror of time roots framed by endless universe. It seemed to me, thet I was lucky again to meet someone,someone I would not be able to see through to the very ground inside. | | Another ground of genetically-cosmic thrown back energies preserved in surfaces and nets, strokes of braches, spatulas and engraving tools. Not speculative simplifying of unexplainable, translated in visual language familiar to all of us. | | As I do not dare to judge lives of others I am giving up evaluating creations of Dorota Zlatohlávková. We play the game of life and we try to survive and to move values of this cursed world further from destruction. Some of us do. Even though the format of canvas seems to be fragile, it is the purest form of such effort. |
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