I am Czech, whether I like it or not. I took my first breath in the summer of 1979 when the air still smelled like the Communist Manifesto. Today I live and work in the very heart of old Prague, the self-proclaimed capital of alchymists, rude waiters and a hundred prickly spires. I lurk at the world around me from under a dark cloth, watch the time move upside down on the groundglass of my mind, feed on collodion and ether fumes and bathe in the ruby light of my darkroom.
