Thursday, July 2, 2015

mileticova

                                                                                Bratislava   summer   2015

birds at dusk

                                                                               Bratislava    summer    2015

Wednesday, July 1, 2015

hairdressers


Sunday, June 28, 2015

exhibition at Gagarinka Gallery Bratislava

                                                                  from Slavin   Bratislava Summer 2011

                                                                    Sandberg   Bratislava    autumn 2010
                                                                    fountain    Bratislava   summer 2014

                                                                                  Bratislava    Spring    2014

Wednesday, June 24, 2015

good morning Petrazalka


                                                                            Bratislava     summer    2015

Monday, June 22, 2015

crocodile

                                                                                Bratislava   summer     2015

pathways

                                                                                                  summer   2015

chance encounters

                                                                      by the Danube     summer   2015





















On a hot day riding out along the Danube, I stopped for a drink and noticed a small red children's bucket sitting in the dirt. I began thinking about the fun we have as children playing in the sand, building sandcastles, lost in our own world. I imagined that because the weather changes so quickly and in a few minutes a hot sunny day can turn into a rain storm, that in a hurry to leave this little red bucket got left behind. After taking the photograph, I stepped back and looked down to see a big dog staring at me. He was motionless looking me straight in the eye, I was motionless wondering how long had he been there and what was he thinking. I took his picture and after a few seconds he was off on his way somewhere else. In those few seconds which seemed like minutes I wondered if he was somehow guarding the bucket, he also seemed to be alone yet somehow it felt like he belonged there, so calm and stoic and impressive in his motionlessness. Afterwards it dawned on me that this chance encounter with the red bucket and the big dog were probably not random and that they were somehow a symbol of recent events in my life.

Sunday, June 21, 2015

life's an ocean

                                                                       
                                                                   
                                                                     
                                                                   Zemianske Sady    summer   2015

Friday, June 19, 2015

found

                                                                                                       koliba 2015
lost and found
thrown away
and picked up
symbols of life
that represent love

blue like our eyes
or the world
and sky above
an ocean, an echo
all represent love

whatever we see
or say
or become
like two pieces of glass
once held up to the sun

we will reflect
and reveal
and remain part of
a symbol of life
that represents love

Friday, May 29, 2015

thank you

                                                                                 Bridlington UK 1965

Thursday, May 7, 2015

giving life a meaning

                                                                                      for A.K.  Levar  spring 2015
Nature, you fascinate me.
You are simple yet complex.
Your rhythms and melodies create a flow never ceasing.
Your perfect harmony of colour and sound; alive and embracing.
Your beginning and your end unknowable.
You are a mystery that creates love and inspires contemplation
You give meaning to life

Wednesday, April 15, 2015

he never knew

                                                          Yorkshire 1969    unknown photographer
Every year my grandmother took me to the high street photographer for a portrait. I think I am two years old in this photo. I don't have a clear memory of the photo being taken but I do remember the shop and the smell of old books and chemicals. For some reason things maritime must have been popular; there are a few pictures of me dressed as a sailor, though in this one I manage just an anchor across my heart. I asked my mum about these pictures and she couldn't explain the sailor theme but said the cardigan with anchor was very popular amongst men of that day. We laughed.

When I see this photograph of the boy who was me, I think about how we live our lives with the feeling that there is a plan, or at least one will emerge from the years spent. I think of the books I read and the dreams I had of far away places with exotic names, I think of adventure. I think about how he didn't know what I know now,  though he was always curious and never stopped asking questions. He didn't know he would travel, the concept of different places came later. He didn't know he would one day play a musical instrument like his grandfather. He never imagined the sound and shape of foreign words on his tongue, even the ones in his own language were strange. He knew the concept of love from his parents and family but he never knew he would meet you.





Wednesday, April 8, 2015

more than just time



                                                                  Dads favourite clock Yorkshire 2014







stories remind us of the greatness of people and experiences; challenges met, identities established and bloodlines created. When I hear a story about someones life, I think about what it would be like to meet that person and they come to life in my imagination. I think about what made them happy, I try to imagine the sound of their voice, the colour of their eyes, even the way they walked.

Objects can take on the shape and personality of people, especially objects that were made or gained from love. The things we choose and take care of tell us a lot about ourselves, therefore a small tree branch, a stone or a even clock can reveal many things. I think it's the small things that have greater significance, and the way we remember stories, carefully pieced together with small details that dance in the dark corners of our memory, this is magic, this gives our lives and our love for life that greatness we search for.

Monday, March 30, 2015

fallen tree branches make tools for small boys

                                                                                              koliba   spring  2015

Sunday, March 29, 2015

the birds

                                                                                      by A.K.

                                                                                     Bratislava winter 2008









































Saturday, March 28, 2015

a simple knot

























a knot to remind me
a time became a memory
a sound in the trees
a whisper of hope
an ocean of tenderness
a leap to the moon
a hand held on a hilltop
as flowers start to bloom
a knot to remind me
to believe, to dream,
to swoon


Wednesday, March 25, 2015

you saw this too

                                                                                                       summer 2014
The sky; such a thing of endless mystery and impressive beauty. Something so wonderful and vast and ever changing that has been inspiration to countless people since we first learned to make our mark on a cave wall. It holds a complex range of emotions, it can appear flat and grey as concrete one minute only to dance to life with shimmering explosions of hue the next. 

In the sky I see your eyes, in the sky I hear your voice, in the sky I think of you.

Sunday, March 22, 2015

An email from a friend






Dear Andy, I have not forgotten our great discussion about an exhibition Oko štamgasta (I don't know other word than „barfly“, maybe you will know other one, in german it's der Stammgast).
If you think about the exhibition, here are some points as an inspiration:
Name:                     OKO ŠTAMGASTA
Motto of the exhibition:
...I see my father.
Where, my lord?
In my mind's eye, Horatio.
Shakespeare, Hamlet,, I/2
Eyes - soul
Eyes - gate
Eyes - puzzle
Eyes - door
Eyes - stars
Eyes - passion, fear, hope and desperateness, joy, sorrow...
About "štamgasts" we know everything: what kind of coffee do they drink, how many beers, which wine, šnaps, what place to sit do they like, what time are they comming and when they leave, which newspaper do they read, but eyes - gate to the soul - stay behind curtain of questions...


Saturday, March 21, 2015

a time of gifts

                                                                                        by A.K.  spring 2015
                                                                                      Bratislava  spring 2015
“Be patient toward all that is unsolved in your heart and try to love the questions themselves, like locked rooms and like books that are now written in a very foreign tongue. Do not now seek the answers, which cannot be given you because you would not be able to live them. And the point is, to live everything. Live the questions now. Perhaps you will then gradually, without noticing it, live along some distant day into the answer.”

Rainer Maria Rilke

Thursday, March 19, 2015

the gift of an apple

                                                            apple (jablko) Bratislava Autumn 2014
Sometimes I wonder at all the magic in this life, all these tiny moments that make up the whole. How a search for grace and simplicity can lead us to understand our true identity. I have always believed that our life has meaning and purpose, that it isn't just a sum of years and experiences. This is why we have poets who find passion and verve in the cycle of nature, who can embrace and convey its magnificence in a few lines, or engineers who dreamed of crossing continents and reaching out to the stars. We are put here not to find or invent ourselves but to discover the true nature of our life and with its wisdom, to impart kindness and generosity to all.

Saturday, March 14, 2015

For you

                                                                                        Brighton Winter 2015

Wednesday, March 11, 2015

two good friends leaving for the US next month

                                                                                  Chase  Koliba winter 2015
                                                                              Darwin Koliba winter 2015
After 19 years in Slovakia my friend Chase is going home to his farm in Maine and he's taking Darwin his trusty canine. Darwin also known as 'D' or Dingo is part German Shepard and part wolf, we call him the last Carpathian dingo (posledny Karpatske dingo) Unlike any dog I"ve met Darwins favourite toy is a  coconut which he carefully carries around with him in the garden and never breaks it.
I will miss them both.

Tuesday, March 10, 2015

sometimes

                                                                                             koliba spring 2015
we can dream while wide awake

Monday, January 26, 2015

                                                       Danube from harbour bridge Bratislava 2014
"We must begin thinking like a river if we are to leave a legacy of beauty and life for future generations"
David Brower