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. 

Arca di Noe

Domik got this book for his birthday. He likes the story because we told him about it before and he got curious what a strange stuff there is in the world to talk about. The illustrations are so pretty, the artist likes Romanesque art, check out the bird, figures, their hands and the "purls" on the edges of the pages.

Report on our Easter Holiday

The middle picture, the strange one with a white bulk, it is a snowy hill with spring flowers, hanging upside down from a ceiling in a kid's theatre.
We found a piece that my mum had started weaving on my former kid's loom. Markétka and are trying to finish it but it is hard. Markétka, my niece, makes me happy, she built a cardboard house with her friend for a show and a contest called If I Were an Architect and now she weaves carpets for their little house.
I am a translator again from tomorrow for the next month. Something on symbolism, difficult, interesting, hard. 

We have been drawing

above: a work room

We, grown-ups, like to join our Domík when he is drawing, it is relieving to draw, no matter what and how it will turn out. Lego is the obsession, it has been like that for a while. Domík makes good stuff, yesterday he built a cafe with a coffee machine. I wonder why... So while drawing I whipped a plan for a sweater that will never become real, probably, but it would look good. Instead I made Domik a hat with squares. We had nice Easter, little snowy and muddy but OK.