he was little, more than he is now

I found these, while storing some new ones. I forgot about them, I forgot what they looked like, how cool they are. I think they represent machines. He had a drive in drawing back then, I haven't seen anything quite like that. But that is what most of the parents think about their children's creativity. His creativity has remodeled into Lego works, he is good at that too. But I still like the drawings better.  They are perfect abstractions, that is how we adult are, when there is little imagination there is a place for abstractions. No offense, abstract paintings could be very aesthetic, I like them a lot. See, no imagination.

Rainy day

The order of the picture is random and I like it the best in the end. It is not really a report on our trip to Kamenice, it was more colourful than that. The last pictures is a deja vu of this picture from the last fall. It seems we have a group of mothers and kids who like travelling together to tiny and insignificant places. Usually there is something significant to look at, after all.

Rožmitál pod Třemšínem

We took a trip to this corner of the world. An interesting little town (Rožmitál pod Třemšínem), with a narrow square and a fancy (little) church in the middle, the town is old and medieval in origin at first sight but very very sleepy and quiet, even on a work day. We learned that the decaying chateau and a park, taking a large part of the town's area, belongs to archbishopric - it has so since 1620 except for the break during the communism and shortly after - to one of the most stable institutions in the state, probably the only one, but no one knows what is going on with it and people quietly live next to it. They store trash at the representative entrance to the chateau and ignore the fallen bridge to the main door. We were also wandering what it looks like inside and we learned that the furnishing and equipment was completely stolen away during a fire in 1930s... 

The gifted musician Jakub Jan Ryba, a teacher and composer, whose Christmas mass is still played today in all the churches during the holiday, lived there and died there at the turn of the 1800, fighting with prejudice and narrow minded neighbors and local officials, taking his own life in the adjacent forest refuge. In fact, he was found with his throat cut through and so it was assumed he committed a suicide and they repaid by burring his body at the unknown place at the cemetery. There is a stone mound at the place where he died and you can have a snack there at the table.

Other than that, people there are pious and well-read. There is a cross on every crossroad and pictures of Virgin Mary on ancient trees and there is a local library but no food store in the village called Voltuš (6,7,8). (I am being little sarcastic but I like to see these village libraries. Who knows what they really read there).

We went to Rožmitál to enjoy forests but they were far from the town.

This is Domík's place

When I was a kid I had the same creative mess in my room, I tell my Domík. That kind of mum I am. Instead of cleaning I like digging through it and assuring him that I was as good as he is. I even take pictures of it. The first picture: my decoration of his room (We thought the little puppets look kind of like us, his parents. And they keep kicking one leg for a while after you move them.)
Second pic: his decoration. He uses a Japanese tape to mount the pictures. Japanese tape, he is a cool kid.
The last but one pic: I think we have enough Legos in our house. So I am not going to buy a Dino lego or whatever he keeps asking me for. And look, he build a pretty dinosaur by himself! The guy in a vehicle has a start wars shooting gun, I am afraid it is the end of the dinosaur.

Too much cuteness

The Little Guy went to the theatre today, with the kindergarten. When I came to pick him up from the school this afternoon, he was dressed exactly the same, just playing in the sand pile. I gave him a hug.

I still make him toys, sometimes. This is a kind of a bird, made after a character in a book. And a little portfolio for the bird. The bird is being hugged right now, asleep.

Puppets

 There is this story about a brave knight Bruncvik in the Czech literature and folklor who was friends with a lion. They made a pretty nice puppet play out of it, full of experimental features, I actually ended up performing it for my husband later that night, after seeing the show with the little guy. It is true that I performed it mostly for one of the character on the scene, the attractive but tricky princess Africa who appeared on the stage in her carved wooden beauty half naked. It is a kid's play but the kids did not care. They could go and play with the puppets after the show, hence the pictures.

Collages

I found these in a recent auction catalogue. I saw them years ago at the exhibition and I don't think they were ever published, except for few. There is around 70 of them, they are on both sides of a sheet of paper and date back to 1960s or 1970s. They come from an estate of a painter, she made them but never showed them. They look like a motive supply for a collage or a painting rather than a collage itself. But they are good just like that too. They actually remind me of some blogs with their bizarre imagery except for this is real stuff. It is intriguing.