THE LOST BOOK OF MY LIFE . . .

Non-verbal meaning is very important for the understanding of my artwork and of my life too. I prefer to listen to the sounds of nature – sounds of birds in the small “taoistic” garden by my family’s cottage in the country near to the town of Litomysl. The people might ask me one question: What is the meaning of your work and your life? It’s not easy to answer this question. For example I don’t know the meaning of these words “the message or the sense of life” in general. I don’t know the answer to the eternal question. There is a possibility to stay in silence. Only dictators use force to silence their enemies. We know the silence of the mountains and oaths of silence...This is an aspect of cosmic reality or of real life power. The life is like the dictator fighting against his primal enemy - the Death. The great force of silence is the basic power enlightening the mankind. There is too much nonsense in our existence...What do I mean? I shall speak about the spiritual silence, which is secrecy at all times. For example I feel my material body and my subtle body. Through these two bodies of ours we feel this world’s and cosmic body. What to say about this fundamental experience? This text is meant to show my artwork in a completely new light. First, I still stay a playing child. Most collectors content themselves with admiration in a general way. They admire the technical finesse and the atmosphere of prints, drawings or paintings and they arranging them in chronological order. They never realize that each object they so much admire uses a discourse of a universal language. What kind of quality is this communication? Visual in the first place, non-verbal “sensa parole” in the second. The matter of fact is that too many words destroy the meaning. My poor head is like a beehive full of nonsensical and meaningless buzz... I feel terrible, what a torture. Silence, silence - please, stop it. Bees, please stop your horrifying dance around me... I have a bee in my bonnet. It’s a Tower of Babel and I am standing on my head on top of it. Or the world is upside down. The non-verbal communication transforms the world and opens the users` minds to their own intimate relationship with their universe. Non-verbal meaning goes beyond hollow words in English, Czech or Chinese... The light gives the shape to things and thoughts as well. But light without shadows is only white blindness. Too much light makes you blind... I see my life as such white blindness. Or it may be like a black paper, but I do not like such interpolations.

I wrote a few texts about binary human thinking many years ago. About “yes” and “no”, positive and negative, sense and non-sense and such principial and useful dialectic ways. Who of you understands me? And do I really understand myself? This is a fundamental question for me all the time and – unfortunately - I do not know the answer. If I resign to this unpleasant situation, I must accept it at the same time, because I can not change it. I must doubt this universal situation. Dubito ergo cogito, cogito ergo sum, Descartes said. Non-sum ergo dubito – I repeat these words in a mournful echo only a few hundreds years after...

HAVLÍČEK'S FANTASTIC VISION by Kenneth G. HAY