LIBUŠE JARCOVJÁKOVÁ

June 1984 - September 1984 Love polygons, red wine for breakfast, I walk the sidewalks barefoot at night, I do not understand anything and I do not mind. Life is rushing too quickly for me to understand anything, seldom sober, rarely alone. Red nails and crowded ashtrays, Eva Strawberry Bar – For God’s sake, in what theatre have I ended up? What is this strange performance? And what role do I play in it? Amid the chaos I begin shooting. And photographs work as a mirror, as a return ticket to a normal, normalized life.