This was in a village called Kameničky. Every Czech who knows a bit about art would recognize that name.

We were shooting a documentary for Czech Television there and my job was to let them film me while I was painting.

Some say that Kameničky billage no longer has the magic that Slavíček, the famous painter, saw there. I agree that they are different. But there is still something. Clouds so low above our heads that we could almost touch them. Ponds. A stream. Rough landscape.