Prague

This is not postcard Prague. In this cycle, the historic city speaks an entirely different language — the language of steel, glass, and concrete, punctuated by a sharp whisper of absurdity. The geometric rhythms of contemporary architecture intertwine with the sculptures of David Černý, who like no other unsettles the viewer: a colossal female figure climbing a façade, faceless children, dark creatures hidden between buildings.

The city becomes a field of play — between art and space, between distance and humor. In this rendition, Prague balances on the edge of seriousness and mockery, as if subtly laughing at itself. Architecture speaks in images, but in a contemporary tongue — wry, alert, sometimes edged with bite.

This is a cycle about a city that is unafraid. Unfraid of form, of figures, or of itself. Because in Prague, even concrete can be ironic.