by David Černy / Prague

hab die dinger mal noch bei tag fotografiert.

The Kafka statue in Prague.

WAX museum Prague

Coffee with Kafka?

One morning, after agitated dreams,Gregor Samsa woke up to find he had been transformed into a monstrous insect.....Created on acrylic painted canvas, collaged with paper that I

tinted with ink. I co-joined a Kafka with a large beetle image, and embellished it with real buttons.

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Rollei RPX 25 @ 80 ISO developed in Caffenol CL 50min stand @ 20°C

Scanned with Plustek OpticFilm 120 at 2400dpi with Silverfast AI Studio 9

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500 ml Filtered Water

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5gr Vitamin C

20gr Instant coffee ("Cora")

10 slow inversions then let stand for 50 minutes

acrylic on paper

kafka

Facade of the house No. 22, where Franz Kafka lived for about 2 years, Golden Lane, Prague.

Otočná hlava Franze Kafky

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A picture I took for the band 'Kafkas Orient Bazaar'

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Kafka.

Auf dem Rücken liegender "Käfer" zur Ausstellung "Kafkas Fabriken" im Literaturhaus Berlin, 2003.

Es handelt sich um eine Anspielung auf Franz Kafkas Erzählung "Die Verwandlung", in der sich die Figur Gregor Samsa in einen Käfer verwandelt, dies aber nicht wahrhaben will.

"Kafkas Fabriken" war eine Ausstellung des Literaturarchives Marbach zu Franz Kafkas Tätigkeit als Jurist in der Arbeiter-Unfall-Versicherungsanstalt für das Königreich Böhmen in Prag.

one uncut square of white kraft paper, using acrylic paint after fold.

I went on Google a hundred times today, but it wasn't till about an hour ago that I really stared at the logo imagery and realized it was meant to represent Gregor Samsa in one of the best things I read all year, the Metamorphosis by Franz Kafka. So happy 130th, Kafka! I wasn't planning on uploading tonight, but today is now a day worth remembering. Oh and the book is about a man who wakes up one day to discover that he turned into a bug overnight (it sounds silly but it's existential genius) and I realize this picture bears little resemblance to anything of the sort, but for some reason it's still kinda inspired by it

Kafka.

I'm so excited to see Prague again! Please visit Alex's stream to see this amazing city

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"Description of a Struggle" is one of Kafka's longer minor works and is divided into three chapters. The second chapter is the longest and is itself split into several sections. The narrator leaps onto his acquaintance's back and rides him like a horse and imagines a landscape that responds to his every whim. (Adapted from Wikipedia)

I'll go back to Spain tomorrow :)

Edit: The statue has been processed in Topaz and Fractalius then copied and pasted as a new layer above the tree. The background layer had similar processing then a copy was made with reduced opacity and radial blurr applied to that keeping some leaf details under the "zoomed" layer. Hope this makes sense :)

First go at it with a Sony A7R II

This creation by sculptor David Cerny has transcending metal layers rotating on an axis which re-form the face every 20-30 minutes , continuously, in such a manner that the bust faces a different direction every time. It's located in a small square but you can glimpse it from busy Narodni Street through a couple of narrow galleries.

In dedication to Franz Kafka, Josph Beuys and Terry Gilliam

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View On Black

I met Kafka and he jumped over a building to get away from me.

My body turned into sugar, poured into tea I found the meaning of life

All I needed was ink to be a black boy.

I walk on the street looking for eyes that will caress my face.

I sang in the elevators believing I was going to heaven.

I got off at the 86th floor, walked down the corridor looking for fresh butts.

My comes turns into a silver dollar on the bed.

I look out the window and see nobody, I go down to the street,

look up at my window and see nobody.

So I talk to the fire hydrant, asking "Do you have bigger tears

then I do?"

Nobody around, I piss anywhere.

My Gabriel horns, my Gabriel horns: unfold the cheerfulies,

my gay jubilation.

First Poem

by Peter Orlovsky

Nov. 24th, 1957, Paris

hanging out with friends. playing with the ice light.

My friends shooting a movie based on a Kafka story in my building...