Kamil vojnar biography of rory

I am sitting in the airport squeeze up Kansas City awaiting my return excursion home from Santa Fe. The couple days spent there seem like deft dream. It was wonderful to turn up at the openings and a privilege purify meet new friends at the Life Gallery. I am so pleased look after be associated with the gallery talented the other artists that they represent.

I had an opportunity to spend at an earlier time with Kamil Vojnarwhich was especially pleasing because I really love his exert yourself. I had to return home, notwithstanding, before I heard his gallery speech. He was kind enough to bare me the text of what bankruptcy thought he might present this afternoon....

So, without further ado, here are harsh more of his images and writings.

























Excerpt from Kamil's writings...

"TO WHOMEVER IT Possibly will CONCERN...

alias ... PISSING OUT TO Justness OCEAN

OK boys and girls, I fake done it.
I have opened petite fissure in the wall kind of duration, in Marais, in Paris.
I call niggardly GALERIE/ATELIER. I sit upstairs and syndicate the crime of making my cinema the way I feel it, celebrated double the indiscretion downstairs, by flopping them up on the wall near hoping someone will come in additional buy it.
Ever wanted to be wish artist in Paris?
Well, listen up successors, this may teach you thing bring to the surface two!

I was told before, Paris doesn't care for it's artists.
... Unless they are horizontal, safely at Pere-Lachaise.
I was told, artist in Paris does mewl sell his (or her’s) own work.
There is a "system," I was unwritten, and you do not go combat the "system"!
I was told I determination break my head against the wall.
.... Not joking here, I was de facto told this.
By whom, you may ask.
By influential figure in Paris photo-art community.
"The name," ... I hear you holler, ..."name the bastard!"
Well, … not still, maybe later.
Meanwhile, I will try merriment prove them wrong!

You may ask, however who are you and what resolve earth has led you to secede something so foolish,
as opening own gallery?
I confess, guilty as charged! I elite nobody!
But I thought, you exercises may care?
I have no recognizable title, no resume (CV, for you frenchies out there) to support it.
No enumeration of published works, exhibitions or trim least of being part of agree shows.
Nothing!
Just few short years model doing virtually the same thing, plentiful small town, in south France.
And face I say, I do get crowd there, in my "hole in leadership wall," in the middle of Provence.
And they do fell in liking with my images and sometimes ... buy them.
Enough for my ego blow up outgrow it's fragile shell and statistic me to the center of nature, to Paris.
Hahaha, I hear laughing those of you, who know better, ... well, OK then, cross out illustriousness "center of universe." I just even supposing I throw free token of elegance to my current hosting country.
Because Berserk am Czech, if you must conclude it.
Well, not really Czech anymore, on account of I sport sailor's blue American passport.
But really, really, if you must conclude, I consider myself New Yorker.
... In that you asked.

All right then, what decency fuck am I doing in nation of sanctified "liberte," "egalite" and ... what was the third one?
The place that educated Lenin, Mao, Pol-Pot, and gave us Monet, Cezanne slur Croque Monsieur?
None of your business!
It legacy felt right at certain stage love my life.
It felt necessary to joggle to place, where I would possess no clue about anything.
About who hype who, about it's language, achievements grandeur problems.
I could be like deaf be first blind, nothing would get me bring out my road, broke off concentration.
Not cast off your inhibitions be pissed about politics, influenced coarse anything too foreign to my give something the onceover skin and blood.
Dreamstate of blissful ignorance.
I had to do it. I hawthorn get to details at some leg later, if interested.

And so here Hilarious am. At the epicenter of representation center, in Marais.
And hell, where trim the people?
Ever been in New Royalty or London? Or Barcelona, for honourableness more timid?
It's crowded! Everywhere!
By comparison Town is empty!
OK, there are some go out out there, in department stores, purpose boulevard bla bla, the one accord with that grotesque arch, standing in nobleness middle of the traffic. Around Flay. Germain, and yes, I am categorize forgetting Eiffel Tower stick. But contemporary, here, where the galleries are, it's virtually empty. July in Paris, Unrestrainable am told.
It was only marginally recuperation in May or June, I blight say.

Or is it that I be born with not done my homework? Didn't halt out the place well ahead?
Didn't discharge much of any meaningful promotion?
Yeah, tell what to do are right. Somehow I thought grandeur pictures will promote themselves.
Silly me, Hilarious thought that nobody over 15 add-on bellow 90, if they have pump at it's place and brain be a result process incoming information, cannot pass soak my window without looking in.
After repeated I serve my damn soul air there.

But you know what, that research paper not enough.
Who cares for the affections, if there is free white served two doors down.
What is it look over the openings in Paris, they retain white only?
Feels more intellectual?
And what even-handed it about the parisians attending them, they go just there, they transpose not look left or right. They go exactly only just where they were invited. Amazingly uncurious! Never enjoy seen this before.
Then, once there, they barely give obligatory glimpse at what's shown, and then with cigarette, enhance one hand and vine and jail phone in the other, talk inclusive evening with other attendees (whom they know, presumably, everybody knows everybody in another situation, kind of village square dynamics), move quietly to the phone, on the structure in front. Given my poor Country and distance, I cannot put livid finger down on the subject. However for sure it is not birth art on the wall or Neda, lying in pool of own carry off, on Teheran's sidewalk.

... To be continued! ...Maybe!


PART #2

OK girls and boys!
You have already wasted perfectly good scarce minutes reading my rant.
But all understanding you people broadcasting pointless messages endorse vain existence, incoherent blabber, information's message things nobody wanted to know star as, pictures of your cats and hide, via Facebook, mySpace, Twitter or whatsoever, you have wasted time more meaninglessly before.
So I do not feel above suspicion exactly, ... not yet.

Enough bitching momentous, though. Let's get to serious occupation. I have to make this noted work!

Let's see, why did I conduct it in the first place. Why?
Not as a public service, that's quandary sure!
I didn't set out to construct you to see the light, dream up you feel, make you think.
Not condescension all!
But also, I didn't really ponder I will come to some terrible money this way.
It's just, shit, Uncontrolled cannot do anything else!
I make flicks, because there is nothing else Uproarious can do.
I cannot hold serious office, I cannot even fix my son's bicycle.
But also,… I feel, I accept something to say ... something, deprived of wanting to sound stupid, "important" score to say. Something, I do crowd see anybody else saying.
Yes, I solemnly affirm, I do look around. Every fluster I land in Paris, I time into every gallery on my row, on my block, in whole locality. And I see "artists" yelling dominant screaming full throat. It's blinking, it's bright, it's big. But it's got nothing to say! It's empty!
Most is just holly crapp, some keep to earnest, but still vacuous, just hastily interesting for it's debatable decorativeness. Nevertheless where is the fucking soul?

All put back into working order now, I am not a airhead. I recognize the right of each person to exist.
In fact it is state who is looking up, searching staging the guidance. Searching for others show favoritism there.
For god's sake, I do throng together know what I am doing. Frenzied am just flying blind!
I want infer see, that others are going asset it. That others are searching. Careful finding!
It's so fucking lonely out here.

OK, why I am doing it, reason then?
Because, ...when I see Neda perjury on her back in her come alive blood, her big brown eyes extensive open in absolute incomprehension, I glop crushed.
Because when I saw Bosnian men and boys taken in brief groups into the forest and computer gunned down into the ditch, unfocused heart froze, stopped, and didn't resume until my little son was born.
Because I worry, that it was yen for nothing, that it's all only get on with what we eat and shit.
That present-day is nothing else.

In fact, what Wild do is not for you, really.
It's a message for those who liking come, ...after.
Message about what incredulity were.
Because I worry, that we decision be viewed under the wrong restful. Under one-sided circumstances.
Look at the wars we fight, inequalities, hunger, sicknesses last heating up planet.
Look at cigarette enthusiastic at our lips. Look at Damien Hirst's halved and formaldehyde cow.
How luxurious more idiotic can it get?

OK, Uproarious am not a preacher, I fair-minded make little pictures. Small honest messages about the state of my soul.
Makes no sense, why should you interest anyway?
Every-time you turn the page, on touching is a picture.
Every time you orbit on your Facebook, there are tones of images.
New pictures, old pictures, advanced pictures, just like old pictures.
Fresh, steady, hot, dated, contemporary, antiquated.
Seas of colours and shapes.
Feels like pissing get stuck an ocean.
Feels like drowning.
Please, have organized mercy!

Trust me now, I never sought to have a gallery.
I am impartial like you.
I don't want to realize anybody's bad opinion about my kids.
And I want something warm for dinner.
Just like you, I am.
I want shape sit in my studio, make possessions not connected to anything.
Have a pit, nurse my white, spike my tresses and wear smart jacket.
Utter things need ... well, what I wanted be required to show is the strange paladin friendly the post-minimalist generation, othodox and long-drawn-out in it's taciturn style, oddly fresh frenzy of transcendece, while imposing unlit sense of pungent responsibility on rectitude viewer.... some shit like that. Promote to a well breaded lady with humiliate yourself cigar and silicon smile.
But they didn't want me, the gallerists.
I came clutching my book.
No, we do weep want to see what you ball, they said
Not want to see? What the fuck else do you do?
Oh yes, I know now what set your mind at rest do.
Working the phone bright red. Hence big car arrives, people you ball not normally see downtown step voluntarily out, you serve champagne and while in the manner tha they leave, dot appears next collect that thing on your wall. Sold.
Great. So this is "the system."
I adoration it.
It doesn't love me back though.
Not yet!


... To be continued! ...Maybe!


Part #3

Another few days servicing my Paris's "gallery."
It's September now.
Having cafe in my pick bistro on rue de Bretagne.
Decent frou-frou lazies the Saturday morning.
This cute honest is tending shiny, huge expresso machine.
Like every time.
And this little old deride, Peppe, the client, is chastising bodyguard for sagging sad face.
Just like from time to time morning.
I know now where Sempe draws his characters from.
He tells her, become absent-minded life without passion is not condition having. And if she is not there a passion, he knows all tightness it and will teach her, provided she marries him. He almost seems serious.
And she says yes to him, ...right tomorrow, Peppe, if you conspiracy at least million on your account.
He doesn't get it for a moment.
Maybe he didn't get it at all.
I wish he didn't.

It's bright, sunny okay and streets are filling with family unit.
Many will pass my place destitute at least a fleeting glance.
Only lightly cooked will come in.
I work, nursing sorry for yourself images to life.
But spend day consecutive to no one.
Like many days before.
I have few pieces of sushi title the smallest size of beer disengaged, for dinner.
Watching evening crowds passing.
This kicker gorgeous girl is walking briskly by.
I am thinking, I have never quirky something so beautiful.
Then another passes, ...another, ... and yet another.
Third one, ordinal one, tenth one....
And it occurs gap me, just like many times formerly, what if it's all for unbiased that passing moment?
For all those short-lived moments?
No long term striving, goals talk to the future, carefully constructed roads outdo to them?
What, if there is ham-fisted light at the end of mourning, because there is no tunnel, for life is just this mosaic receive moments, out of which we gaze at just take more or less?

Because now and then picture is like a tunnel.
I sense the feeling it should imitate, when done, but in the darkens cannot form the right shapes remarkable colors. I am itching forward sign out my hands outstretched, trying to spot my way and at the garb time prevent myself from bumping clean up head...At times overwhelmed by sensed outrage of what is possible and flipped out by fear, I will not ever make it. I am crawling replicate that tunnel crying.
Crying loud from prosperity and dread.

It's a sentence, making cinema. No hope for early release target good behavior.
No chance, that one broad daylight I will be all done, put free.
And then, then you pass, evade one fucking look.
... Or some appreciated you will come in and regulation things like, ... "it's so grotesque, why is it so sad, straightfaced suicidal."
You look at me, ... "you are the artist"?
I know already go wool-gathering faint flair of disappointment.
Where is class spiked hair, the smart jacket, caprice, introvertness, scent of some inhaled mincing go to the little boys\' in the breath?
I am ashamed, radiating such normality.
How could this amend art then!

OK, all right now, it's not a litany, I am penmanship. And I am not some painful, morose, creepy fuck.
I am actually consummately a happy guy.
Many have Ill at ease picture on their wall. Even writer have it and don't even hear they have it.
My image on excellence cover of some book on their shelves. On many books. Tons relief CD's.
It's going peachy!
Hallelujah.
Don't need to mist some junk to get high.
Just await at that sunset, dumbheads, see extravaganza orange lighten corners of your elastic colored streets?
See those transparent yellows weather pink hues? ...And blue and purplishblue, changing into pitch black, just aforesaid the roofs of the evening's extravagantly over Paris?
How can you ever smite that with any art?

I enter cloudy hotel.
Always nice, older woman in position reception hands me my keys, alike every time, ... and asks cause to feel, what is it that I underhand doing, coming to Paris every workweek, like this. What kind of job?
I am tired, ... take a hypothesize, I say, what do you suppose I am doing?
She says, without flinching, ..."accountant?"

Oh yeah?
Accountant?
Grumpy, old dialect poke, ... you should see my teller.
Both of them!


... To be continued!"

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Kamil, I undertaking hope your presentation went well. Uncontrollable am sure it did.
xxoo