Bez názvu (Untitled) 1998

Bohumil Krátky made this untitled print, working with dark and light, shadow and form. It feels like something seen in memory. There’s a wonderful kind of roughness here, a hesitancy, like the artist is feeling around for something. The textures are so evocative. I can almost feel the grit of the stone and the ethereal glow of the star. He coaxes light from darkness, a kind of quiet but insistent luminosity. I wonder what he was thinking as he made it. I see a sense of history, personal and collective, rendered in these tangible marks. And a kind of conversation emerging as well, with other artists, other eras. Making art is like that, you know? We're all just talking to each other across time.