Painting – that´s what interested me in the age of 8 years the most. I painted funerals and above-board, I looked forward to every funeral of any citizen of Plzeň. The whole ceremony was very touching for me though I did not understand much of the pastor ´s speech above the coffin. I always longed for providing comfort to the mourners. And if there was a longer time without any funerals, I found a run-over cat or a frozen crow and I prepared their last ceremonial journey.
My parents thought by that time that I was not normal. So no wonder, that I started my painting career with painting of a funeral. It was oil on canvas and it seemed to me that the picture got quite nice. Behind the coffin, many crying women and children were following and I stood at the graveyard wall and played flugelhorn. My mother stroke my head for my creation and within some days, she brought me a book with reproductions of famous painters, which I copied in some moths. The most succeeded ones were hanging for a long time on the wall in my mother´s bedroom. Shortly, I started to think about painting seriously. I travelled every Sunday with a cardboard and colors out into the nature. I imagined I was a famous landscape painter.
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