Hard boild wonderland

The Story unlike my previous works was supposed to be nice and easy, but in fact it is not, as I believe.


That what obscure and unspoken within the pictures became far more significant than I previously thought. In two different ways and with two different tales my Story tells about the common life without excesses. There is no demon seductresses and charlatans but mothers and fathers, no divine mistresses and lovers but wives and husbands.

The main part of the Story is Hard Boiled Wonderland. These are scenes like ones from a fairy tale found in an old fairy book with some unreal characters shown on them. They are magic and colourfull but covered with dust and dirt. They are heavy, muggy and outworn. What all of those pictures have in common is a motif of bananas. In each picture bananas play different role. Why bananas? What they mean? First obvious meaning is sexual for banana is one of known phallic emblems, the second is less obvious but I believe most important. Bananas bring back to my mind scarce, delightful titbit of my childhood. This thing was so rare during communism time, that when you reach it at last, its divine taste brought you the real great pleasure. But nowadays bananas have became commonplace. Only when dressed in a meal (ice-cream, cake, pudding, what ever) they regain extraordinariness and singularity. You have to attempt to make them delicious.
In the series I attempt to tell about the steadiness - the happiness but also the pain it brings. The Story does not glorify the beauty but growing beautiful.

The second part of The Story – The Banana Story is less serious. Each picture is one haiku made by the moment. This is the recording of our mornings – happy mornings (maybe: happy at last). Though it should be the true registration of everyday reality, it is coloured. Why? And why would it be dully?

Hard boild wonderland

The Story unlike my previous works was supposed to be nice and easy, but in fact it is not, as I believe.


That what obscure and unspoken within the pictures became far more significant than I previously thought. In two different ways and with two different tales my Story tells about the common life without excesses. There is no demon seductresses and charlatans but mothers and fathers, no divine mistresses and lovers but wives and husbands.

The main part of the Story is Hard Boiled Wonderland. These are scenes like ones from a fairy tale found in an old fairy book with some unreal characters shown on them. They are magic and colourfull but covered with dust and dirt. They are heavy, muggy and outworn. What all of those pictures have in common is a motif of bananas. In each picture bananas play different role. Why bananas? What they mean? First obvious meaning is sexual for banana is one of known phallic emblems, the second is less obvious but I believe most important. Bananas bring back to my mind scarce, delightful titbit of my childhood. This thing was so rare during communism time, that when you reach it at last, its divine taste brought you the real great pleasure. But nowadays bananas have became commonplace. Only when dressed in a meal (ice-cream, cake, pudding, what ever) they regain extraordinariness and singularity. You have to attempt to make them delicious.
In the series I attempt to tell about the steadiness - the happiness but also the pain it brings. The Story does not glorify the beauty but growing beautiful.

The second part of The Story – The Banana Story is less serious. Each picture is one haiku made by the moment. This is the recording of our mornings – happy mornings (maybe: happy at last). Though it should be the true registration of everyday reality, it is coloured. Why? And why would it be dully?