Ivana Lomová Stopping at the usual time


The good march in step. Unaware of them, the others dance around them in dances of time. (Franz Kafka)


Wonder at the world! Children are looking forward to school and adults to work. It would be the ideal if it were not a virtue of necessity. Through shock, we are perhaps forced to reconsider our lives somewhat and listen to the breathing of the planet. Have we not become over time runners dashing toward perdition? Jindřich Chalupecký has already stated: Writing and printing in the world is so fast today that the only thing left is to be deliberately slow. Only the wretched boast of working 24/7. One of them, allegedly in the interests of the public good and a better tomorrow, apparently no longer sleeps.

At this time, the painter Ivana Lomová captures the slow, those who hang out in cafes from time to time, stare out the window or wander the streets and pause over the real world. Because in those moments we are not distracted by what is beyond the horizon, but we look to the horizon and into ourselves. A “functioning” person is not enough of a human being. He doesn't live until he stops.

Lomová’s paintings are like a stop on the way when we come to each other. This often happens on her canvases, in the profane space of everyday life, when someone puts on headphones or flits along a cell phone to ward off boredom. When someone stops on the street, on the train, at the bus stop, in the waiting room, or in a cafe. Ivana Lomová offers a redemptive alternative to ordinary, lost moments - remaining alone (with) yourself in silence. Then rolls of feelings emerge unbidden, memories or even relief from thoughtlessness, thanks to which something calm can come to us again.

The painter does not consciously follow artistic trends, genres or even her predecessors. She is guided by intuition. After all, she did not study art, but architecture, which she never did professionally. Although she paints objectively, that is, realistically, reality and photographs are just a sketch for her. The life she touches is neither desperate nor happy; it is an adventure in a free world to which both belong and in which we are fortunate to live. Her paintings do not evoke sharp emotions, but rather a necessary dose of nostalgia and melancholy. The sober size of the canvases proves that the grandiloquent is foreign to her.

Ivana Lomová paints in cycles. She has created sixteen in the last twenty years. From the series of paintings Solitude, Passengers, Cafés and Prague. I chose mostly the ones without people. I followed the artist’s long-standing tendency to do without people on the canvas completely. The figures and their imagined stories distract us. Her paintings without a living being are not dead, but rather a reminder that in the end we are alone in the world and it is perhaps better to accept rather than conceal it.

In the paintings from the Prague cycle, the painter reconstructs the world of her childhood. Specifically, she is affected by the visuality of old Střešovice, where she grew up and still lives. In one of the paintings, she captured the church of St. Norbert, which she had been staring at from the school window for years. Gradually, she focused on details, Prague windows, doors, boxes or stains on the wall. She looked for bearers of emotions and memories, while getting rid of the deposits of tastelessness and returning their original forms to places. According to her, the new places are mostly soulless, see the interview with Ivana Slavická below. Even where they no longer exist, she paints peeled windows, weathered walls, rusted gates, or cracked leatherette seats. It will not strike everyone as charming, but only those who have a more intimate relationship to reality and its accompanying manifestations such as aging. She has kept her city particularly beautiful. She captured it with the passage of time and the distance acquired by her stay abroad. Thanks to this, it evokes, depending on our temperament, memories from the sentimentally banal to the fundamental.

We get used to the places where we grow up and grow old. Getting used to it also means mutually changing. It takes a long time, so it is mostly unnoticed. Ivana Lomová’s paintings are all the more understandable the more we have our routinely familiar situations and places before our eyes. How do these modern backdrops, in which, in the words of Chalupecký, the everyday, the terrifying and glorious drama of man takes place, affect us and what does it say about us? Why does it seem more and more artificial and tasteless than in previous ages? What will embody our spiritual tradition when our native homes have lost their souls?

The painter wants a break from houses again. A baby in the family brought her to other remarkable themes. Ivana Lomová does not fantasize and it is clear to her not just any future awaits our grandchildren. But something unexpected can still happen, as it did 2020 years ago.
Pavlína Bartoňová, Dezember 2020
(Translation Craig Cravens)

Foto:  Martin Polák and Marcel Rozhoň

Ivana Lomová interviewed by Milena Slavická
(from the Catalogue In the City published on the occasion Lomová´s exhibition in DOX Centre for Contemporary Art in Prague 2020) 

          What does reality mean to you?


          Well, you start with a diabolical question. As quantum physicists have explained to us, the reality we perceive doesn't exist de facto. That is an assertion which, when I try hard, I can just about understand purely theoretically, but I can’t relate to it personally.

          In the material sense, reality is for me what I see, feel, what my senses simply tell me. It becomes much more interesting when it’s a reality that has already happened, something from the past. The constant photographing and recording of our lives distorts reality and actually alters and reshapes our memories. We remember just the pictures but not what really was.

          According to psychoanalysis, we only remember things that are important to us, those with a strong emotional charge. That is something I fully agree with and can confirm from my own experience.


          So-called reality depends on sensory perception. But how do dolphins or bees perceive reality? I deliberately give examples of animals whose sensory parameters are very different from ours. But the problem is not only the parameters of our senses. There is not even a precise imprint of sensory perception in the brain. The impressionists were wrong about that. Bill Viola examined the perception of the human eye and convincingly proved that what we see is not only related to the parameters of the eye, but to the subsequent processes in the visual centre of the brain, where optical data of the eye are transcoded.

          Not to mention the mysterious problem of individual perception and individual memory. So there is most likely no “objective reality”.  In other words, what we see and how we see it is related to many things - emotions, imagination, memory and more. So our psyche sees, not our eyes. How does your psyche see?


          Let me give you an example. In my childhood, I spent a year in the United States, in Chicago. Seen through the eyes of the gloominess of Prague in 1970, it was a colourful world, full of freedom, games and children's delight. Later, for a long time, it became a lost and forbidden paradise. After a quarter of a century, when I finally found myself there again, I was curious how it would feel. First, we flew to Canada to visit our relatives. It was pretty similar to the US, it was great, but there were no big emotions. Later, when we were crossing the border to the USA by car at night, I spotted a piece of "American sidewalk" with an "American fire hydrant" in the shadows. My emotional reaction was huge. I had forgotten the fire hydrants, they had no importance to me, but when I saw one again, it sparked off all the associations. Suddenly I was really there. Things can carry a huge emotional charge and trigger long-forgotten memories.


          To understand how our memory works is perhaps even more difficult than to understand the processes of sensory perception. I'd rather speak about it in a non-professional way. Sometimes it seems that our experiences are imprinted on things, often on seemingly secondary details - the pavement, front doors, a fan, dry grass in the backyard. It's as if we were imprinting or stamping them with our emotional experience. And then, much later, looking at some of the things we stamped this way, we can break this sealed letter, and read what we have sent to ourselves, as it happened to you with the hydrant. What’s more, the sealed letter can be read to someone else, through a short story, a poem, a picture. Remember how Proust describes the panorama of Venice? He claims that Venice depends on how he thinks of it in the afternoon. Does it occur to you to think of Prague so intensely?


          It’s the same with Prague as with the American fire hydrant. I mean, the reasons why I started doing these paintings of Prague. In fact, I probably paint them more as a child than adult urban dweller. As you say, experiences are imprinted on things. And I’m trying to capture them and my past “reality of the city” through shapes and details - the way it’s under my skin and I don’t know exactly how it looks. I guess I’m sorry it disappears so quickly and I want to keep it. I think children perceive the city in which they grow up subliminally, without thinking about it too much. It’s ingrained in them. The ground-level is especially important to them. Sidewalks, stairs, battered walls, railings, canals, parks and benches, the scenes of their games, adventures, dramas, and discoveries. At least that’s the way we experienced it. (I don't know about today's children who sit in front of screens all day).

          I've lived in Prague all my life, in one neighborhood, so the city has become such a part of my everyday life that I don't usually think about it. Well, only if I don't approach those dreadful touristic areas where you truly feel like crying.

          I think of Prague when I am far away, or when I come back from someplace after a long time and the city seems to me like a lovely garden full of greenery and low, old and friendly houses. Like an unreal historical backdrop bordering on kitsch. A miracle that hardly fits today’s world.

          Yes, there are times when you marvel at its beauty. But then the thought creeps in that that we don't deserve it, that its beauty is in blatant contradiction with its current inhabitants.


          That reminds me a letter of Albert Einstein. While living in Prague, he wrote to his friend Bess: Could you visit me? The city of Prague is wonderful, so beautiful, that it alone is worth a journey. Only people are strange to me. They lack natural feeling; they show numbness and a strange blend of arrogance and servility, lacking any kindness towards others.


    That's interesting…  I don't know if I should be glad that there is nothing new under the sun, that we didn't 'get worse', or despair that we will never be different. Maybe the latter.


          Let’s go back to Proust. What triggered his memories was, as we know, the sense of smell. In your case it's sight. While Proust ‘smelled’ the world, you see it, as indeed all visual artists do. I think that the particular type of sensory perception plays a large role in what the final work looks like.


          We’re talking about paintings, so I’m not going to talk about sniffing. However, the smell of some books or print in general will bring back memories instantly. It’s well-known that smell works the best. Apparently, the path of this sensation is the shortest. Is there any art using smell? There must be, but I can’t remember a concrete example.


          Once I saw such an exhibit. It presented the smells of wax, honey or coffee beans, substances, that were used as materials for the displayed objects. Their scent was more important than the shapes, intended to invoke associations in the viewer. But let’s get back to visual sensations, to seeing and images. I admire how carefully you perceive shapes. You perceive them very intensively, perhaps they interest you more than colour.

In your paintings, not only the choice of objects, but also their specific shapes play an important role, such as the shape of cobblestone or a railing. I know, you studied architecture, but I’m talking about something else. More precisely, I’m referring to what we’ve talked about because it’s significant for your art. I’m talking about the communicative power of shape. About its emotional drive. Objects and their shapes are the main actors in your paintings, not people. For example, in one painting, we see a man passing through an arcade, almost as if he was walking to your exhibition, but otherwise, no human figure as far as the eye can see.


          Sometimes, when my sister and I go for a walk through our neighborhood Střešovice, we have fun identifying its former - or ‘correct’ (‘original’) urban elements. We’re checking if current reality corresponds to what it looked like when we went to school. Like this: ‘This railing is okay, but it should be red, and this fence shouldn’t be here. The stairs are supposed to be taller and less comfortable. These benches are awful, and there should be a hole here, and the old crumbling summerhouse is missing,’ and so on. It’s kind of a silly game in search of the past. Obviously, it’s becoming less and less possible to play. I’m mentioning it because sometimes I do something similar in my paintings.  A work of ‘restoration’. I pick a scene in its most ‘original’ form possible and, in case it’s disrupted by some annoying ‘new things’, I replace them with the original elements. I change plastic windows for wooden ones, skip the new house and replace it with the one next to it, or remove the additionally suspended ceiling and substitute the new bulbs with the original lamps.

          You’re right, the shapes of things have an emotional charge, and I’m afraid it’s not just my nostalgia for childhood. It seems to me that the current forms are less interesting and increasingly sloppy and soulless. Today, shapes are shallow, universal and interchangeable, nothing lasts for long. Now I speak as a utterly hopeless pensioner defending the old order. But I was like that even in my twenties, if that’s an excuse.


          In short, you follow in your own footsteps, and those are mostly in Střešovice. You’re not interested in the attractive corners of Prague with a reliably financially exploitable emotional charge. What you explore, photograph and paint are much rather the inconspicuous, ordinary houses, streets, office corridors and so on. The magical Prague of a hundred spires, bearing traces of famous historical events or touches of Rabbi Loew, does not attract you. Your Prague stands aside, ordinary, silent. When it speaks, it speaks very quietly. Who would notice such Prague? You perceive the body of Prague and are intrigued by, for example, its swollen foot, its scraped heel, broken nail, dandruff in its hair.

          Soon, these imperfections will be removed, and we will have the perfect Miss Prague. It terrifies me.  At least in your paintings, this once loved Prague will remain.

          I have to say that the way you work with those ‘imperfections’ is brilliant. They function just like a rightly chosen word in your paintings. That’s why they’re so urgent. There’s something in them that is as scarce as hen’s teeth today. I’m talking about something very important, but words fail me…


          That’s why I paint it…

    But the idea of a perfect ‘Miss Prague’ is terrifying. Hopefully, it will never happen. And Rabi Low’s magical Prague is so worn out that I’d rather walk past it. Most importantly, it doesn’t have much to do with my life. Whether I want to or not, what I paint is more or less my own diary. It’s a search for feelings, atmosphere, smells, the spirit of ‘my’ old times. And certainly, I like details, I notice them, maybe too much. Sometimes I force myself to put down my glasses not to see so much, but it’s futile, they usually land on my nose without me noticing.


          Your paintings remind me a little of some Dutch painters, their views of yards and narrow streets, for example, Pieter de Hooch. I wanted to ask you a question, well, actually, I'd like to ask it myself too. Whether your paintings will also affect young people who are not familiar with this old Prague. And I guess, the comparison with Dutch paintings of city corners that just occurred to me answers it well.


          Seventeenth-century Dutch painters are wonderful, I like to dive into their paintings when I can. If you observe them carefully they carry you into their time and reality, which I enjoy. But I think that Pieter de Hooch and others have tried to portray contemporary life as faithfully and comprehensively as possible. Sometimes they have even improved it a bit, although it might not seem so. They weren’t interested in scraped heels or dandruff in the hair so much.

          Given the omnipresence of photography, such things aren’t needed anymore. I’m more a specialist occupied with chasing old ghosts and matters on the margin. I don’t have the ambition to capture contemporary life as they did.


          You perceive light as intensely as you do place and detail. For example, the elevator, I mean the paternoster lift, God knows in what shabby office you found it, where light plays a vital role. What does light mean to you?


          No shabby office, it’s from the Prague City Hall on Jungmanova street. There’s lots of childish fascination in this painting. Paternoster lifts were, probably not only for me, very engaging, mysterious and dangerous. Those black holes that spin over and over and people get out of them. What happens if we disobey the horrible, big sign: ‘EXIT!’? Will it scrape us? I exaggerated the light, that’s true, it was much more prosaic in reality. It helped me to create a sort of horrific expectation. Originally, there was a passenger here, or more precisely, a head and a part of the body sinking down into the darkness. Then I got disturbed by it, maybe because it was too concrete, so I removed it.       

        Light, of course, plays a crucial role, it sets the whole atmosphere. In my paintngs of the facades, I used mostly scattered light, one that echoes a melancholic and moody Prague. Later I used direct sunlight as well, such as in one of the last paintings titled ‘Apartments’. Here, the houses are there in their nakedness, not obscured by anything, looking so definitive.

              Since I’ve already compared your paintings to literature, I’d like to add that they are not poetic, more precisely not lyrical. Rather, they can be compared to prose, although I’m not saying they have a narrative. I just want to point out that what’s typical of them is a specific prosaicness or ordinariness. Although one can also find nostalgia and a certain amount of sentiment and melancholy, it’s always a moderate melancholy and a sober nostalgia. There’s even distress, sadness, loneliness and sorrow, but these emotions are also held in check, presented subtly and incidentally. I think that emotional restraint is at the heart of your expression. Is that right?


          That’s a nice question. I like that you see it that way. I don’t hold anything back, it’s just the way how I feel. It probably stems from my natural shyness, almost distaste for exaggeration, excessive exaltation, grand gestures and pathos.

          Perhaps it has also something to do with my generation that grew up in times that steered us to irony, humour, a mocking grin, protecting us from the desperate reality around us. Grand words like peace, truth, love, friendship, fidelity, or even eternity  aroused extreme distrust. When we happened to mean something serious, we said it as plainly and quietly as possible.


          We talked about reality. Now I’ll try realism. Realism is an artistic movement and also an aesthetic method that emerged at the same time as photography. Painters began to learn from photographers almost immediately (without photography Impressionism would have probably never happened) and began to use it as a tool. Many painters purchased photographs of female nudes - they were cheaper than models. Or pictures of distant cities - they didn’t have to travel there. Soon, however, strong opposition and animosity arose towards photography. It was not only a fight against the competition, there were other serious reasons, some of which we’ve already touched upon. The painters knew that the painting is never a copy of ‘objective reality’ for which photography was wrongly regarded.

          After that, however, photography and painting walked alongside each other, sometimes in a friendly and beneficial conversation, other times in a hostile fight, and contemporary art is the result of their common pilgrimage.

          You execute your paintings with the help of your photos. What is your relationship to photography? Do you think it obscures your own vision? That it imposes specific coordinates on your thinking, your understanding of the world?


          I use photographs every day as a tool. It saves a lot of work. When you want to paint something, it’s much faster, easier and more accurate to rummage through your photos than sketches. But it’s necessary to be careful of the photographic representation of the world. The lens distorts not only colour and perspective but also light contrasts are different, usually much sharper than in reality. Thanks to present-day technology, however, the lens often sees more than the human eye. So when I can’t identify something in the distance, I take a picture of it, enlarge it, and recognise it immediately. So I use photographs but treat them very freely. For example, sticking to a one-point perspective doesn’t do any good for painting since as we move in space, our vanishing point also changes and shifts. Regarding perspective, I often cheat a bit if the painting requires it. Sometimes I make up more than it seems. In short, my kind of paintings can't be photographed anywhere.

          I was always taking pictures, long ago I used to enlarge my black and white photos at home in the bathroom. Later I tried to learn the 'proper' way of taking a picture without automation. But digital technology is so perfect today that I give up, it's actually enough for me. I don't have the ambition to be a real photographer.

          I'm moved by old photographs, especially family portraits, not necessarily of my family. The poses of people, the atmosphere of an extraordinary ceremony and the knowledge that they may survive us. Well, yes, the old photos are so high-quality that they don't change even after 100 years.

          And if you ask about photography as an artistic discipline, I have a quite casual and reserved relationship to it. Perhaps it's because the world is flooded with so many pictures and photographers that in general, the quality isn't anything special. Almost anyone can take good pictures today. But still, coming across an exceptional photographic exhibition it a great pleasure. For example, recently I was moved by the Josef Koudelka exhibit at the UMPRUM museum, his famous theatre photos from 1968 - those I knew, but his photos when he was just starting out, in the 50’s - I had never seen them before. They look like beautiful paintings,. Or recently, Dušan Šimánek had a gorgeous, intimate exhibition displaying photos of old damaged walls from various Czech pubs and interiors, an absolute treat. Or Libuše Jarcovjáková, Irena Stehli and others.


          And why don’t you build a stepladder on the street and paint directly? Streets and houses don't move. They're not a plane. I bet you could paint well.


          That's what I used to do, although I didn't paint on a stepladder but in a notebook on my lap. Sometime in the early 1980s, I found out that Old Střešovice, the landscape of my childhood, was to be demolished. New houses for our then friends from the GDR were to be built there. I went there spontaneously and started to document this beloved old village by making detailed drawings. Let that be proof that the tendency to preserve the visual testimony of one's own life is nothing new to me. The demolition took place much later and for other reasons, but I have a small set of drawings capturing the state of Střešovice at that time. Back then, I used crayons and pencils, at most some gouache, and a small format, so it really went well.

          Today, I'm sitting at the computer, going through “my catches” on the monitor, thinking about the best combination of photos and points of view. I make sketches, omit or add something, and put it all together. I don't need prints anymore, only a screen, it's easier to work with. I enlarge details, ambiguities are clarified by another photo. Mostly it takes time to make a decision. Those direct hits when I take a picture and know it'll be a great painting are only a few. Such kind of work wouldn't be probably possible in the field. But maybe I'll try to do something outside sometime again.


              I understand. Let's keep in mind that realism, which relies one way or another on photography (we won't talk about photorealism, that's a chapter for itself), represents a painterly method that results from the logic of civilization. In other words, it most closely corresponds with the current omnipresence of photography and also allows the artist many things. However, there are different branches of realism: Courbet's realism, Thomas Eakins' realism, Norman Rockwell, Alex Katz, Gerhard Richter, all of which occasionally use photography. What differences do you see?


          Gerhard Richter is definitely the most interesting one for me. The fact that he paints not only according to photos but sometimes the photographs themselves, portraits of family members such as “Uncle Rudi” or “Family by the Sea”, is something I can relate to very well. Extraordinary images, they are so packed with content. I even found my way to his abstract art. And that's something to say.

          Alex Katz used to impress me with his beautiful colours and juicy paintings, but now I find it somewhat simple, shallow, too poster-like.

          Norman Rockwell was more of an illustrator, doing those typically American illustrations, sometime around the middle of the 20th century. They depict pretty well American society at that time, its spirit and reality. I loved it as a child.

          I appreciate Thomas Eakins for his thoroughness and the scientific approach with which he approached painting by photographs. He made studies of phased motion, running, jumping, and the like, using his own body to do that. However, I haven't seen many of his paintings.

          Speaking of the Americans, you forgot another of my favorites, Andrew Wyeth, a gentle realistic painter of the vast American plains and countryside (and an excellent draftsman). His portraits are also beautiful. When he no longer knew what to do with the painting, he turned on the lights in his large studio, and then walked around it, taking a peek through the windows like a random passerby. I think of him when I have a cigarette at the balcony in the evening and look at my paintings through the door window.

    And Coubert? Excellent paintings, beautiful and important. I like to appreciate them in galleries, but they are a bit remote from my everyday life.


          And the last question. What is your relationship to Edward Hopper, David Hockney and Richard Estes?


          Thanks again, a great question, this time about my favorites. I learned a lot about them, but I don't know everything, so I'd like to talk more about my idea of them than claim any objectivity.

          Edward Hopper is closest to me, as you may guess. He has the most powerful drive. His paintings are about life the most. Perhaps he was also the most complicated and the least "happy" person. I imagine that he suffered from a kind of inner loneliness. Not even his devoted, helpful, loving wife could ease it, perhaps on the contrary. I think that because of this loneliness, he had particularly well-developed sensors for observing the world around and exceptional sensitivity. It's like when you travel alone, to a foreign country, you perceive everything three times more strongly than when you are in the company of others. That's why his paintings have become such a symbol of the then-new modern American life, alienation of man, loneliness and the resulting isolation and melancholy. Because he lived it himself.

          He hesitated over his paintings, probably struggled with them, made many sketches and variations, painted slowly, only a few paintings a year. Some of them make you shiver. His use of light is fascinating, look at the image of a naked woman standing in a light bar next to an unmade bed, "A Woman in the Sun". He often used sharp casting light that cuts into the rooms and intimate scenes.

          He was a silent introvert and hated to explain his paintings, didn't want to talk about them, "everything is already painted there," he used to say. I fully understand and sympathise with that. I'd like to see how he would sort out the guided tours that are so common today.

          But he must have been difficult. His wife wrote in her diary: “he starts to look at his watch as soon as we start talking.” She was a painter as well, but he pushed her to gradually give up her career. And so she mainly took care of his work. After his death, she donated her and Hopper's entire work to the Whitney Museum. When she later passed away, the Whitney Museum destroyed all her work.


          I'm envious of David Hockney, he's like a Mozart in painting. Anything he touches is easy for him. He is an example of an artist who, whatever he does, looks like it should have been exactly and only THAT way. It's bursting with the joy of painting, colours, lines, shapes, life. He seems to be drifting by accident, experimenting, living the present.

          For example, I wondered for a long time about his famous painting "Portrait of an Artist" from 1972. What led him to such a bizarre composition. A fully dressed male figure (artist Peter Schlesinger) gazes down into the pool at an underwater swimmer in white shorts, all set in the beautiful countryside of southern France. It was a mistake, as I recently discovered at his exhibition in Paris. Hockney found a damaged photo where these scenes were in double exposure. He thought it interesting, so he painted it.

          And then, the large compositions of English landscapes that emerged after personal reasons brought him back from Los Angeles to England. He had to stay there till the spring, the first one he’d see in 35 years. It enthused him (since there's no spring in California, he forgot what it looked like), so he decided to stay in England and paint nature there. No "planning", no doubts and worries about whether it's worth painting at all, as I do. He simply drifts with life and creates as he can't do otherwise.

          Or his iPhone art. When he started using an iPhone, he discovered that he can paint on it, in a new and quite interesting way. So he started creating small pictures, sending them to friends, just like that, for fun. What a happy man.

          And then there is Richard Estes. Initially, Richard Estes made his living from illustrations, engaged in painting only in his spare time (as Hopper did too, after all). The period in which he grew up - the 1950s in America - is usually described as an absolute terror of abstract expressionists. Whoever did something else was completely out. To break through this must have been extremely hard. As opposition to them, a group of American photorealists was formed in the late 1960s. A bunch of neat fellows who carefully and slowly painted according to photographs versus those party animals indulging in drugs and alcohol. Realism is coming back because art has come to an end, they proclaimed.


          His early paintings of New York are absolutely brilliant. Full of those tricks with mirroring the city in windowpanes, billboards, cars, and on the smooth surfaces of the city. They had to notice him eventually. His paintings also have a high painterly quality. When you see them in reality, they are superbly painted, enigmatic and ambiguous, such as his “Telephone Booths”.

          Later, he began to paint vast landscapes of various other cities and places, such as Hiroshima, Florence, Machu Pichu. That's where it becomes more complicated. Suddenly, the paintings look like perfectly painted postcards, like an exercise in how perfectly you can make it, a proof of immense precision and skill. As paintings they are no longer interesting, they are completely emptied out. Also, the subject matters that are outside of his natural environment don't seem to work very well for him. Somehow, he got caught up in his own trap. Occasionally, when I get caught in my traps and continually “refine” my technique, I think of it, that I have to be very careful not to end up like that.


          Indeed, something similar is happening to one of my other favourite realists, John Currin, who is my peer. An American virtuoso in figural painting, he soon managed to create his own unique style, you can recognize his paintings immediately. His female figures, portraits and scenes from life are incredibly funny and provide a great comment on contemporary society. Its social and sexual aspects. He draws much of its inspiration from Mannerism, Fragonard, Boucher and Chardine, while making a little fun of it, with ease and elegance. But then he started to paint even more beautifully and perfectly, got far more immersed in it, so that the satire almost disappeared, his beauties became more and more beautiful and less clothed, till he arrived at a sweetly painted, fancy half-pornography. It's been a long time since I've seen his new works, so I don't know what he's doing now, if the "decline" continues.

          What I want to say is that there seems to be a tricky danger in the realist way of painting. The slippage to perfectly executed, sweet pictures that have little to do with art is often at your fingertips.


          Yes, of course. But such a danger lurks in any "skill" if an artist is not paying attention to his heart, his fatigue, or his greed for fame and money. So please take care.



Ivana Lomová

22. 11. 1959

​She was born on November 22, 1959 in Prague. She graduated from the Technical University of Prague at the Faculty of Architecture (1978–1983), but did not pursue a professional career in architecture. For years she worked as a draftswoman and illustrator and illustrated over 25 books, primarily for children (she collaborated with the Albatros publishing house). She and her sister drew the comics Anča and Pepík on the trail and then herself illustrated Biblical Stories for the journal Mateřídouška for more than 4 years. She also devoted herself to cartoons and lithography. In the early 1990s, she left the illustrations and began to freely create and paint with oil. She lives and works in Prague.

Solo exhibitions – selection
2020            In The City, DOX - Center of Contemporary Art, Praha (cur. Milena Slavická)

2019            Arte HD,  8gallery, Praha

2018            Walls, 8gallery, Praha

                    Waiting Room, Gallery Dolmen, Prague

2017            Ivana Lomová-paintings, Lucie Lomová-comics, Gallery of František Drtikol, Příbram         

2016            All The Passengers, G4 Art Centre Gallery 4, Cheb

                    New Paintings, 8gallery, Prague

2015            Emptiness, Václav Špála Gallery, Prague, (cur. Ladislav Kesner)

                    Gallery of the Museum of National History in Česká Lípa (cur. Ladislav Kesner)

                    Pictures from my Bedroom, Gallery Villa Pellé, Prague (cur. Marek Pokorný)

2013            The Voters, Gallery Vltavín, Praha

2012            Gallery At the White Unicorn, Klatovy                                 

                    Passengers, Gallery Beseda, Ostrava

2011            Gallery of South Bohemia, Wortner House, České Budějovice

                    Cafés, Gallery of the Czech Insurance Company, Prague

2010            Slávia, Gallery Via Art, Prague

                    Sisterhood, Gallery  Fotografic, Prague

                    My Cat and Me, Gallery 5th. Floor, Prague

2008            The Firebird, Gallery of the Czech Insurance Company, Prague

2007            Gallery of Eastern Bohemia , Pardubice

                    Gallery of Contemporary Art, Karlovy Vary, Ostrov,

                    Night, Gallery Vltavín, Prague

                    Paradise, Gallery Via Art, Prague

2005            Till the Death Do Us Part, Gallery of  the Czech Insurance Company

2004            Happiness, Gallery Via Art, Prague

2003            The Baby Inside, Moravian Gallery, Brno (cur. Milena Slavická)     

                    Under the Cover, Czech Center, Berlin, Germany (cur. Martina Pachmanová)

                    Faraway, Gallery Via Art, Prague

2002            Pintner Gallery, Frankfurt a. M., Germany

2001            Dancing In The Hallway, The Chapel Gallery, Bruntál

                    Kampf Gallery, Basel, Switzerland

2001            Under the Cover (with Erika Bornová), Gallery at the White Unicorn, Klatovy

2000            Under the Cover (with Erika Bornová), MXM Gallery, Prague (cur. Martina Pachmanová)

1999            Men and Women, Václav Špála Gallery, Prague (cur. Milena Slavická)

1998            Trip to the Woods, Litera Gallery, Prague

1997            Life Is Good, Václav Špála Gallery, Prague (cur. Milena Slavická)


Group exhibitions – selection

2018           Trauma, Distress, Extazy, Emptiness. Formulas of Pathos 1900-2018, West Bohemian Gallery in Pilsen, cur.Ladislav Kesner

2017           Knap, Lomová, Puchová, New Gallery, Prague

2016           This is not a Poetry! (Collapse of Emotions), Castle of Litomyšl, cur. Martin Gerboc

2014           Reconstruction, Gallery of Emil Filla, Ústí n. Labem

                    Intimate Interaction, PLATO, Platform for Contemporary Art, Ostrava Vítkovice, cur. Ladislav Kesner

2011           Images of the Mind, Moravian Gallery, Brno and Deutches Hygiene-Museum Dresden, cur. Ladislav Kesner and Colleen M. Schmitz

2010           Dark Night, Bright Night - the moon and night in Czech art in 19th and 20th century, Wortnerś House, České Budějovice

2009           Fourteen S, DOX -Center of Contemporary Art, Prague (cur. Milena Slavická)

2008           Self-portrait in Czech Art of 20th and 21st. Century,

2006           Next Station Arcadia, Gallery of Modern Art, Roudnice n. Labem,

                   Landschloss Pirna-Zuchendorf, Germany

2005           The Impression, Gallery Rudolfinum, Prague

2003           Contemporary Czech Art, Prague-Riga art dialogue, Riga, Latvia

                   Symposium of Vizual Art Mikulov “Workshop” – selection ‘94-02’. Czech Center, Wienna, Austria

                   Aqua Art, The Gallery of Critics, Adria Palace, Prague

2002           Czech Graphic Art –fifty years of changes in modern printmaking, Mánes Gallery, Prague

                   Visionaries and Story Tellers, Junge Tschechische Kunst: Malerei (1st. part). Kulturabteilung Bayer, Leverkusen, Dortmagen, Germany (cur.Tomáš Pospiszyl)

2001           Memory, Comenius Museum, Naarden, Netherlands (cur. Radek Váńa)              

2000           Melancholy, Moravian Gallery, Brno, CR

                   Probable Painting, Mánes Gallery, Prague

                   Two Ends of the Century, Czech Museum of Fine Arts, House at the Black Madonna, Prague

                   The portrait of the year 2000. Gallery Klatovy/Klenová CR

                   Girls Show 2000, Artexpo, Bucarest, Romania (cur. Radek Váńa)

1997           Prague Castle for children, the children‘s book illustrations by contemporary czech artists, Imperial stable, Prague Castle, Prague

1996          Czech Litography of the 90ties, Museum of the city of Prague, Prague



Illustrations - selection
1994 – 1998    Enid Blyton: Mystery of…- 6 books of crime stories for children, publisher Albatros
1992 – 1995    Jan Černý: Stories from the Bible, comic series for children magazine Mateřídouška - 56 episodes
1992                Miep Diekmann: Annejet has Troubles - 3 books, publisher Ivo Železný,

1989                Capitols of Europe, publisher Albatros,

                        Dina Rubin: The House behind the Green Gate, publisher Albatros

                        Anča and Pepík on the Trail, (with Lucie Lomová), comics strips, illustrated books no.133, publisher Panorama, Prague



2005                Eternal Nemesis, Ladislav Klíma, publishing house Aulos


Cartoon  Film
1990                A Party (10 min.), theme, script, design: Ivana Lomová, directed by Boris Baromykin, Short film, Prague



2016                Tyrone Guthrie Centre at Annaghmakerrig, Ireland

2014                Tyrone Guthrie Centre at Annaghmakerrig, Ireland

2011                Borgo Finocchietto, Toskánsko, Italy

2009                Cill Riallaig, Kerry, Ireland

2008                International workshop Slovenia open to Art, Sinji Vrh, Slovenia

2007                Vermont studio center, Vermont, USA

2006                International Visual Art Colony, Avsenik, Slovenia

2005                Casa Zina Lia, Elba, Italy


Prizes, Grants, Awards
2010                Celeste Prize - finalist, International contemporary art prize
2006                The Most Beautiful Czech Book of the Year 2005, Ladislav Klíma,
                        Eternal Nemesis, publishing house Aulos Prize of Art Colony, Avsenik, Slovinsko

1995                The Graphic art of the year 1994, Prize of Central European Gallery and Publishing House



Participation in collections

              Gallery of South Bohemia, České Budějovice

Gallery Klatovy, Klenová

Collection of the art of the city of Benešov

The Collection of contemporary art of the city of Mikulov

Soros center of contemporary art, Prague

The collection of Mr. Robert Runták, Olomouc

Private collections in Czech republic and abroad


Selected artworks

    The good march in step. Unaware of them, the others dance around them in dances of time.

    Wonder at the world! Children are looking forward to school and adults to work. It would be the ideal if it were not a virtue of necessity. Through shock, we are perhaps forced to reconsider our lives somewhat and listen to the breathing of the planet. Have we not become … more

    From the Cycle Solitude

    Above the City, 2008

    From the Cycle Passangers

    Start, 2011


    Otto, 2011


    John Doe, 2011


    Graffiti, 2011


    The Fences, 2010

    From the Cycle Prague

    Libeňský Bridge, 2013


    The Tram Stop in Libeň II, 2013


    Prosecká street, 2013


    The Market Place in Holešovice, 2012


    Janovského street, 2014


    Letná, 2012


    The Building with Green Tiles, 2019


    The Facade, 2018


    Window, 2017


    Facade with Acacia Tree II, 2018


    Facade with Acacia Tree I, 2018


    Flowerpot, 2017


    Yellow Wall, 2019


    Wall with a Box, 2020


    Blue Wall, 2020


    Nový svět street, 2017


    Yellow Facade, 2017


    A Cigarette III, 2019


    View into the Yard, 2019


    A Waiting Room, 2018


    A Waiting Room II, 2018


    Departement of Juridical Persons, 2020


    Inland Revenue, 2019


    Light behind the Gate, 2017


    Pater Noster, 2017


    The Enrolment, 2019


    A Ballroom, 2018


    Café St-Tropez, 2018

    From the Cycle Cafés

    Rainy Day, 2009

    From the Cycle Prague

    Novotný Footbridge, 2012


    Dark House, 2020

    From the Cycle Solitude

    My Father, 2007

    From the Cycle Prague

    Appartemens, 2020


    The Fifties, 2018


    A Brewery, 2013


    Yellow Door I, 2018


    Yellow Door II, 2019


    Entrance I, 2017


    The Blue House, 2017


    Ve Střešovičkách street, 2017


    The Spring Cementary, 2016


    Veleslavín, 2013


    Pod novým lesem street, 2013


    A Villa, 2017


    Norbertov, 2017

    From the Cycle Childhood

    Christmas, 2000


    By the Window, 2000

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