After all, there are some things in life that we love that we can preserve with our hands and our hearts. So it is possible for love to last forever.”– Prague
In Prague, Mucha is everywhere, his paintings of beautiful women, rich flowers, halos, neoclassical robes.
Mucha, born in 1860 in southern Moravia, was a child of painting. At 19 years old, he traveled to Vienna to paint sets for the theater. In 1883, he decorated the castle of Count Guwin Billas in Austria. The Count appreciated his talent and sponsored his formal art education in Munich. In 1887, Mucha moved to Paris, where he studied at the Academy of Arts Julien, while drawing advertisements and magazine illustrations.
At the moment, visitors gather under Mucha’s stained-glass Windows.
Maybe everyone has had that experience, at least for a moment, when you are alone in an empty church, and the emptiness, the silence, can give you a powerful feeling.
Dispelling these literary depictions is the visitor of this time and the uninterrupted barren flash of mid-air.
Beauty can only be a selfish experience.
Kafka’s church, Neruda’s church, Seifert’s church, there is only one person.
A person, a story, just a tall beautiful window on the side of the cathedral.
Walking out the door, I seemed to see everything and seemed to know nothing.
At that time, the crowds were like fish in the dark.
At that time the seats on the altar were still empty, and the candles had not yet been lit.
By then, the rain had stopped.
At that time, the clouds parted and the sunset was beautiful.
