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Zadání mé práce reflektuje zapomenutou krajinu vzytečéno prstu. Místa, která se jeví jen v té největší potřebě nacházení vlastní víry. Stále častěji se ocitáme v situaci, kdy hledáme smíření vlastní duše. Motivaci a zážitky střídá úzkost a stres. Řešení našich problému a smíření s vlastním pocitem schováváme často za prášek velikosti hrášku. Ten dokonale otupí naši mysl a víru. Nemáme strach z vlastního vyhoření. Dává i bere. Přijdeme tak i o to podstatnější. Radost z maličkostí. Vlastní sebedůvěru ve své činy. Všechno jen proto, abychom mohli zařadit pomyslnou šestku. Tvoříme hranici mezi našim tělem a duší.Pocit, jenž nás žene až na samotné místo pomyslného konce světa. Najít zde svůj klid. Krajina je nositelem děje. Zapomenutá obec Fukov díky svému neblahému osudu přisla o víru ve šťastný konec. Skze architekturu se snažím projevit pokorné a křehké hranice, mezi smířením česko-německých vztahů. Místo pro odpočinek, spirituální meditaci skrze krajinu. Snažím se zvvýraznit emoce, které by neměly být nikdy zapomenuty. Krajinu proměňuji v médium. Vystavuji ji. Nechávám ji vyprávět svůj příběh.
The assignment of my work reflects a forgotten landscape with a raised finger. Places that appear only in the greatest need to find one's faith. More and more often we find ourselves in a situation where we seek the reconciliation of our own souls. Motivation and experiences alternate with anxiety and stress. We often hide the solution to our problems and reconciliation with our own feelings behind a pea-sized powder. He perfectly dulls our minds and faith. We are not afraid of our own burnout. Gives and takes. We will lose even more substantial ones. The joy of little things. Self-confidence in your actions. All just so we can rank an imaginary six. We form the boundary between our body and soul.A feeling that drives us to the very place of the imaginary end of the world. Find your peace here. The landscape is the bearer of the story. Due to its unfortunate fate, the forgotten village of Fukov lost faith in a happy ending.Through architecture, I try to show the humble and fragile boundaries between the reconciliation of Czech-German relations. A place for rest, spiritual meditation through the landscape. I try to highlight emotions that should never be forgotten. I turn the landscape into a medium.I exhibit it. I let it tell it is story.
The assignment of my work reflects a forgotten landscape with a raised finger. Places that appear only in the greatest need to find one's faith. More and more often we find ourselves in a situation where we seek the reconciliation of our own souls. Motivation and experiences alternate with anxiety and stress. We often hide the solution to our problems and reconciliation with our own feelings behind a pea-sized powder. He perfectly dulls our minds and faith. We are not afraid of our own burnout. Gives and takes. We will lose even more substantial ones. The joy of little things. Self-confidence in your actions. All just so we can rank an imaginary six. We form the boundary between our body and soul.A feeling that drives us to the very place of the imaginary end of the world. Find your peace here. The landscape is the bearer of the story. Due to its unfortunate fate, the forgotten village of Fukov lost faith in a happy ending.Through architecture, I try to show the humble and fragile boundaries between the reconciliation of Czech-German relations. A place for rest, spiritual meditation through the landscape. I try to highlight emotions that should never be forgotten. I turn the landscape into a medium.I exhibit it. I let it tell it is story.
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Duchovno, vnitřní pocit, očištění, smíření, krajina, architektura, Spirit, self feelings, reconciliation