Written on the Walls
Praha ♦ Prague
Marklová, your arse is full of strange skills.
Near Haštalské náměstí, 2005
The bee dies in its self-defense.
Analogy: What will you defend?
Opatovická, 2005
Florenc, 2005
You can’t destroy Czechtek.
(a Czech techno-party which was dispersed by police in summer 2005)
Vltavská, 2005
Again, two meters of snow will fall down, we’ll go seeking for tenderness in it - and nothing.
Again, I see people with rolls of wrapping paper protruding from them like periscopes from concrete bunkers.
Again, gifts will be given out, again, the snow will melt, will begin to simmer and will boil sausages.
Vltavská, 2005
Go to hell, everybody.
(Literally: “Go to arse”, with a particularly funny typo.)
Haštalská, 2005
Don’t you have enough silver?
Florenc, 2005
I’m a liar.
(With the face of the Czech then prime minister Paroubek.)
Vltavská, 2005
Imagine something that doesn’t exist.
Vltavská, 2005
You are my hero!
M.D. Rettigové, 2005
Intellectual anarchization. :-)
Charvátova, 2006
You are afraid
Florenc, 2006
¨I wrap myself in plastic, plastic mica and plastic raincoats with hoods.
Novodvorská, 2006
Moving windows = film
Moving people = life?
Animated?
Feature film?
And the projectionist?
Kampa park, 2006
Even the carp wants to survive Christmas.
(Fried carp is a traditional Czech Christmas dish – before Christmas, carps swarm in tubs in the streets
and are sold alive or killed on the spot.)
Pavlíkova, 2006
To my neverending big and bigger last love!!!
Poláčkova, 2006
It’s morning
The girls go to work
To lose
Some more beads
Poetry for pedestrians
Mariánské náměstí, 2006
Enough
Spálená, 2006
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