'Souvenirs of Affair', a Group Show at Galerie A.M.180, Prague

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I smashed the door to my room. I felt everything - a stomach pain, a headache, loneliness, anger, teardrops fighting their way out…. As if somebody tied me and tried to bind my eyes, I was screaming inside…. Heavy breathing. 

I quickly took the box from its hideout and my breath stopped for a moment. I was getting calmer.

“ I missed you…” 

“ Who else I would…”

“Don’t worry beauty, you can rest now.”

I was carefully touching them with my hand shaking. They scare me and please me at the same time. Sensual. Obscene. My memories, their stories.

I cried with relief and deep down I knew that I torture them, I’m selfish, I’m selfish, selfish to the bones.

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