Libuse Jarcovjakova

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west berlin (1985-1990)

West Berlin 1985 - 1990 Berlin in my memory is a long night, a wintery and raw landscape. The wall was omnipresent – the physical wall made of concrete, 165 km along the border. The confusion, not always knowing if I was outside or inside of the cage. The wall inside my soul – loneliness, the lack of warm human contacts, isolation. The hundreds of selfies I took during this period – just with the hope of finding myself again.

sweden

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2010+ (2 new items)

Mobilelife II. iPhone photographic diary

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1980+ (2 new items)

"During the early nineteen-eighties, Prague was a rather run down and sceptical city, though it was still an active frontier of the sleepy Brezhnev communist period”.

Sandro Ferri

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1990+ (4 new items)

Back in Prague. The city is somewhat dingy. Forty years of socialism left scars ...

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1985+ (1 new item)

Life in Communist Czechoslovakia choked me, oppressed me. I wanted out. At any cost, out. In 1985 I finally got permission to emigrate. I won over the system. I was free. I was in West Berlin. And - I felt lost.

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west berlin (1985-1990) (3 new items)

West Berlin 1985 - 1990 Berlin in my memory is a long night, a wintery and raw landscape. The wall was omnipresent – the physical wall made of concrete, 165 km along the border. The confusion, not always knowing if I was outside or inside of the cage. The wall inside my soul – loneliness, the lack of warm human contacts, isolation. The hundreds of selfies I took during this period – just with the hope of finding myself again.

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1985+ (2 new items)

Life in Communist Czechoslovakia choked me, oppressed me. I wanted out. At any cost, out. In 1985 I finally got permission to emigrate. I won over the system. I was free. I was in West Berlin. And - I felt lost.

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tokyo (5 new items)

Tokyo 1978; 1986; 1999

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2000+ (1 new item)

Roma Settlement, Levoca. I have come back. My last visit here was 20 years ago. I sit in the kitchen of Anna Kokyová (84) opposite a shabby mirror in which the clock runs backwards. “Chav! Besav! Pijav!” “Eat! Sit! Drink!” she keeps on saying, and I have my fifth cup of coffee and sixth glass of juice. There is no money in the house and the coffee was brought in by the neighbors. Nevertheless, she won’t take money from me, and the groceries that I brought are only grudgingly accepted. Outside, a crowd gathers. Everyone wants to see the photos I have brought and they want to have new ones taken as well. Mothers with children all dolled up, young girls in disco outfits. They’ve become poor but their dresses have remained important to them. It takes a long time before I am done with all the photo taking, what with all the kids pushing their faces forward to be in every picture. The third day I am no longer the carnival attraction and can freely explore the place.

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night shift (1 new item)

At age 19 I haphazardly left the safe world of school for the night shift at the factory. I found myself drawn in, liking it, fraternizing with my coworkers and realizing the bleak, dirty, polluted and dishonest face of real socialism.

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1980+ (3 new items)

"During the early nineteen-eighties, Prague was a rather run down and sceptical city, though it was still an active frontier of the sleepy Brezhnev communist period”.

Sandro Ferri

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1970+ (7 new items)

On Kampa Island (Prague) there were still amazing tall elms. I was studying photography. The people in my photographs are mostly only distanced and from behind. I was so shy ...

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2000+ (5 new items)

Roma Settlement, Levoca. I have come back. My last visit here was 20 years ago. I sit in the kitchen of Anna Kokyová (84) opposite a shabby mirror in which the clock runs backwards. “Chav! Besav! Pijav!” “Eat! Sit! Drink!” she keeps on saying, and I have my fifth cup of coffee and sixth glass of juice. There is no money in the house and the coffee was brought in by the neighbors. Nevertheless, she won’t take money from me, and the groceries that I brought are only grudgingly accepted. Outside, a crowd gathers. Everyone wants to see the photos I have brought and they want to have new ones taken as well. Mothers with children all dolled up, young girls in disco outfits. They’ve become poor but their dresses have remained important to them. It takes a long time before I am done with all the photo taking, what with all the kids pushing their faces forward to be in every picture. The third day I am no longer the carnival attraction and can freely explore the place.

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1985+ (8 new items)

Life in Communist Czechoslovakia choked me, oppressed me. I wanted out. At any cost, out. In 1985 I finally got permission to emigrate. I won over the system. I was free. I was in West Berlin. And - I felt lost.

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1980+ (5 new items)

"During the early nineteen-eighties, Prague was a rather run down and sceptical city, though it was still an active frontier of the sleepy Brezhnev communist period”.

Sandro Ferri

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1990+ (2 new items)

Back in Prague. The city is somewhat dingy. Forty years of socialism left scars ...

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2010+ (3 new items)

Mobilelife II. iPhone photographic diary

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1985+ (3 new items)

Life in Communist Czechoslovakia choked me, oppressed me. I wanted out. At any cost, out. In 1985 I finally got permission to emigrate. I won over the system. I was free. I was in West Berlin. And - I felt lost.

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night shift (4 new items)

At age 19 I haphazardly left the safe world of school for the night shift at the factory. I found myself drawn in, liking it, fraternizing with my coworkers and realizing the bleak, dirty, polluted and dishonest face of real socialism.

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different languages (2 new items)

"The people in the photographs, thanks to the unforgiving lighting, suddenly emerge from the darkness as if surprised at their activities. They have no clear sense and they occur in areas that are not clearly defined. As if they are nocturnal animals, distracted in their lairs, they react confused – sometimes they strike a spasmodic pose, sometimes they face away or escape from the image." ( Lucia L. Fišerová )

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2015+ (5 new items)

Demiurgs (the work in progress). It's not just the life you have, it's what you make of it. Like the Demiurges, gods who were creative forces, fashioning the material world out of chaos, the demiurges of my collection are the designers of their own spheres. They are people who have little money and poor health and whose worlds seem to be falling to pieces. They live somewhat oddly: smoking in bed surrounded by piles of books, collecting stones, creating psychedelic nooks in their dwellings, and rarely fitting in according to common norms. They seem to have gotten lost somewhere, but they actually travel through life according to their own precise and unmistakable maps. Their worlds may at first appear to be chaotic, but you will see there is a strict inner order.

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2005+ (33 new items)

Mobilelife I - My first mobile phone photography diary (2005-2007) was done on a PDA mobile device. Vienna, Roma, Madrid, Prague, Bratislava, Halmstadt, Paris, Florence, Pribram...

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1995+ (1 new item)

Moving through my rooms. The peace, harmony and quiet hours in my atelier ...

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mum (1 new item)

My mum planned her own death. She wanted to die at the right time, as she used to say, so that no one would have to look after her. In her diary for 2002, she wrote that her main task for the year was “To die!” Fortunately, she did not manage to do this, and continued to live satisfied. On 17th January 2010, I found Mum lying in the corridor of her apartment building. She had suffered a massive stroke and half her body remained paralyzed. Her mental ability changed; she had difficulty communicating. My sister and I decided we would look after Mum at home, even though in this condition she required constant care, even though it changed both our lives fundamentally, even though it was sometimes enough to drive us mad. She remained in this condition for a total of 974 days. My days with Mum were going along and always the same. One day I bought an iPhone and had a sudden inspiration to use it to take ordinary, everyday pictures of her. She liked the idea. Taking the photos was interesting for both of us and it was a means of communication. More or less regularly, I photographed Mum. In the photographs I was searching our relationship with each other, changes in expressions, fear or joy in Mum’s eyes. And I discovered slow physical changes, natural aging, but also sudden reversal, when she got worse. The photographed situations apparently were always the same: the limited space of her bedroom, the occasional necessary stay in hospital, the rare summer stay in the countryside. I travelled with my mother on her journey. During this journey I too was getting older. Mum died on 17th September 2012. I took the last photograph of her on the eve of her death.

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1995+ (4 new items)

Moving through my rooms. The peace, harmony and quiet hours in my atelier ...

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2015+ (13 new items)

Demiurgs (the work in progress). It's not just the life you have, it's what you make of it. Like the Demiurges, gods who were creative forces, fashioning the material world out of chaos, the demiurges of my collection are the designers of their own spheres. They are people who have little money and poor health and whose worlds seem to be falling to pieces. They live somewhat oddly: smoking in bed surrounded by piles of books, collecting stones, creating psychedelic nooks in their dwellings, and rarely fitting in according to common norms. They seem to have gotten lost somewhere, but they actually travel through life according to their own precise and unmistakable maps. Their worlds may at first appear to be chaotic, but you will see there is a strict inner order.

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2000+ (3 new items)

Roma Settlement, Levoca. I have come back. My last visit here was 20 years ago. I sit in the kitchen of Anna Kokyová (84) opposite a shabby mirror in which the clock runs backwards. “Chav! Besav! Pijav!” “Eat! Sit! Drink!” she keeps on saying, and I have my fifth cup of coffee and sixth glass of juice. There is no money in the house and the coffee was brought in by the neighbors. Nevertheless, she won’t take money from me, and the groceries that I brought are only grudgingly accepted. Outside, a crowd gathers. Everyone wants to see the photos I have brought and they want to have new ones taken as well. Mothers with children all dolled up, young girls in disco outfits. They’ve become poor but their dresses have remained important to them. It takes a long time before I am done with all the photo taking, what with all the kids pushing their faces forward to be in every picture. The third day I am no longer the carnival attraction and can freely explore the place.

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ordinary life

Step by step I permeate into the private life of the Gypsises (Roma) families, first in Prague, and later also in Eastern Slovakia.

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1985+ (1 new item)

Life in Communist Czechoslovakia choked me, oppressed me. I wanted out. At any cost, out. In 1985 I finally got permission to emigrate. I won over the system. I was free. I was in West Berlin. And - I felt lost.

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ziellos (1 new item)

"The photographs in Ziellos (Berlin, 1985, 1986-90, Tokyo, 1978, 1986, 1998, and Prague) are records of, or rather participation in, existential interims, taken out of ordinary contexts, a web of relationships and everyday activities, which at other times verify our identities and give us a feeling of direction. It is, she said, "as if I were living absolutely without a plan – ziellos, aimlessly." (Michal Nanoru)

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mum (2 new items)

My mum planned her own death. She wanted to die at the right time, as she used to say, so that no one would have to look after her. In her diary for 2002, she wrote that her main task for the year was “To die!” Fortunately, she did not manage to do this, and continued to live satisfied. On 17th January 2010, I found Mum lying in the corridor of her apartment building. She had suffered a massive stroke and half her body remained paralyzed. Her mental ability changed; she had difficulty communicating. My sister and I decided we would look after Mum at home, even though in this condition she required constant care, even though it changed both our lives fundamentally, even though it was sometimes enough to drive us mad. She remained in this condition for a total of 974 days. My days with Mum were going along and always the same. One day I bought an iPhone and had a sudden inspiration to use it to take ordinary, everyday pictures of her. She liked the idea. Taking the photos was interesting for both of us and it was a means of communication. More or less regularly, I photographed Mum. In the photographs I was searching our relationship with each other, changes in expressions, fear or joy in Mum’s eyes. And I discovered slow physical changes, natural aging, but also sudden reversal, when she got worse. The photographed situations apparently were always the same: the limited space of her bedroom, the occasional necessary stay in hospital, the rare summer stay in the countryside. I travelled with my mother on her journey. During this journey I too was getting older. Mum died on 17th September 2012. I took the last photograph of her on the eve of her death.

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1980+ (1 new item)

"During the early nineteen-eighties, Prague was a rather run down and sceptical city, though it was still an active frontier of the sleepy Brezhnev communist period”.

Sandro Ferri

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2010+ (1 new item)

Mobilelife II. iPhone photographic diary

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night shift (1 new item)

At age 19 I haphazardly left the safe world of school for the night shift at the factory. I found myself drawn in, liking it, fraternizing with my coworkers and realizing the bleak, dirty, polluted and dishonest face of real socialism.

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prague

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2010+ (3 new items)

Mobilelife II. iPhone photographic diary

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ziellos (5 new items)

"The photographs in Ziellos (Berlin, 1985, 1986-90, Tokyo, 1978, 1986, 1998, and Prague) are records of, or rather participation in, existential interims, taken out of ordinary contexts, a web of relationships and everyday activities, which at other times verify our identities and give us a feeling of direction. It is, she said, "as if I were living absolutely without a plan – ziellos, aimlessly." (Michal Nanoru)

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1970+ (1 new item)

On Kampa Island (Prague) there were still amazing tall elms. I was studying photography. The people in my photographs are mostly only distanced and from behind. I was so shy ...

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west berlin (1985-1990) (4 new items)

West Berlin 1985 - 1990 Berlin in my memory is a long night, a wintery and raw landscape. The wall was omnipresent – the physical wall made of concrete, 165 km along the border. The confusion, not always knowing if I was outside or inside of the cage. The wall inside my soul – loneliness, the lack of warm human contacts, isolation. The hundreds of selfies I took during this period – just with the hope of finding myself again.

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berlin (5 new items)

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night shift (2 new items)

At age 19 I haphazardly left the safe world of school for the night shift at the factory. I found myself drawn in, liking it, fraternizing with my coworkers and realizing the bleak, dirty, polluted and dishonest face of real socialism.

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killer summer (2 new items)

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.

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1975+ (8 new items)

Gypsies (Roma) Ball 1977

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1990+ (7 new items)

Back in Prague. The city is somewhat dingy. Forty years of socialism left scars ...

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ziellos (2 new items)

"The photographs in Ziellos (Berlin, 1985, 1986-90, Tokyo, 1978, 1986, 1998, and Prague) are records of, or rather participation in, existential interims, taken out of ordinary contexts, a web of relationships and everyday activities, which at other times verify our identities and give us a feeling of direction. It is, she said, "as if I were living absolutely without a plan – ziellos, aimlessly." (Michal Nanoru)

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night shift (1 new item)

At age 19 I haphazardly left the safe world of school for the night shift at the factory. I found myself drawn in, liking it, fraternizing with my coworkers and realizing the bleak, dirty, polluted and dishonest face of real socialism.

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lisbon (8 new items)

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venice (6 new items)

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west berlin (1985-1990)

West Berlin 1985 - 1990 Berlin in my memory is a long night, a wintery and raw landscape. The wall was omnipresent – the physical wall made of concrete, 165 km along the border. The confusion, not always knowing if I was outside or inside of the cage. The wall inside my soul – loneliness, the lack of warm human contacts, isolation. The hundreds of selfies I took during this period – just with the hope of finding myself again.

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