The Artist´s Soul

The Artist´s Soul

Contemplating about creativity, creating process, talent, about the magic which is happening around us in any given minute. Thoughts like this are arising for me now more than any time before. I would like to share them with you and take you into my world.

Creativity is within each and every one of us. If we allow it to emerge, it can serve as a healing tool for our soul.


I approach creativity as if it was a garden – all you need to do for it to thrive and blossom is to take care of it.

What is important for my garden is not to long for what others have, not to compare myself with them and not to judge, and criticise the final product.

Instead, look for, discover, and try new things, explore which flower will do well in my garden, notice what is already growing here, which plant will be the best match for me and my garden.

This searching and trying takes time. We need to be patient and not to rush. Roses do not blossom in winter.

As well as a palm tree would not survive winter. We should respect the environment and conditions of our garden.

Take care of it regularly. Not to be attached to it. Water it, but not too much.

Be aware of its beauty and value, protect it from parasites and weed.

Nourish it and let it experience fun. Some animal excrements come handy too, as well as bees, bugs, and ant are certainly welcome.

Let your intuition to guide you, let the higher consciousness to whisper into your ear, listen what to plant where, what to dig out, trim or cut.

At the same time, collect enough information, keep learning which plant needs more sun, which prefers shadow, moist or dry soil.

Not to be the only one taking care of it, be surrounded by like-minded souls which help to mown the garden, bring a new seed or sprout.

Not wanting to keep the garden for ourselves. A bouquete made of fresh flowers can make someone’s day or you can bake a strudel from harvested apples for the whole family.

Not to be afraid to fail. Have the courage to act and mostly

TO TRUST that the plant will grow, the buds will open into bloom, the fruit will ripen.

In such a garden, authenticity, endurance, discipline, bravery, passion, happiness, consistency, patience,  gratitude, humbleness, and faith grow.

Stop browsing, start buying AKA My first art fair

Stop browsing, start buying AKA My first art fair

Last weekend, I took part in the International Festival of Contemporary Art in Průmyslový palác (Industrial Palace) in Holešovice.

The entire hall was filled up with stunning pieces of art. Though, I’m not going to lie to you, not that many people were there to appreciate it. Not even the musical program succeeded to attract crowds. Well, certainly not as big ones as Hamburger Fest next door.

Being a newbie exhibitor, I had to muster up courage to go out with my canvases, which I’ve put a piece of myself in. I was waiting nervously if people will be interested in my art, how they will perceive it… I was silently observing the shuffling visitors. Some didn’t stop by, just glanced briefly, not to feel obliged to chat. The ones who were happy to chat were people on a similar path, experimenting at home and seeking some inspiration. One man game me a thumb up. Some winked and smiled, took a picture and carried on walking elsewhere. Even few collectors of leaflets and business cards appeared, filing them carefully into their folders, not caring if the artists were making abstract art, statues or bracelets. They were taking everything.

It was a very precious experience indeed. I pushed myself to complete unfinished paintings and start new ones. I’ve also learned quite a few new lessons for next time. For example, at such an event, it’s much better to exbibit two or three bigger canvases to draw people’s attention. Many tiny pictures give the impression of a flea market, therefore aren’t suitable as the buyers are few and it’s important to gain their attention.

All my exhibited canvases contained floral motives. I value the most the oil canvases with iris and water lilies.


I signed up for the fair with Dan (my beloved), who presented his new project Good Picture here – art photography made using alternative techniques without the use of digital technology. It’s actually a form of noble print from gelatinous negatives.

In addtion, our stall was added to by his previously painted canvases. An unrivaled success was gathered by The Girl with a Bag (we call her The Bitch). There were remarks such as: “She had to be really ugly.“ “Does she even have a face under that bag?“ The truth is that Dan snapped a poster in a pub’s bathroom and then lovingly used is as a dummy for drawing graceful curves. When he reached the girl’s face, he got a breakthrough idea to take a piece of jute and cover the face with it.

I‘d like to thank my mum and dad for coming to support me and also to my friends who stopped by at our stall no.52. I really appreciate it.

And where do you buy paitings with soul directly from the author?



These canvases were hatching their way into the world during the time of my life when the interior
design dream had still been fast asleep. I was working for a corporate company and I couldn‘t
imagine a day without Excel and SAP.

At the very same time, a friend of mine was refurbishing her flat. Her favourite flower is lavender,
so she wanted to have everything in lilac, white and grey tones. She knew I had been painting in
my free time, so she approached me and I agreed to paint a picture of lavender for her.
I was over the moon. Hurray, let’s roll! Two different concepts were born in my head. The canvas
was meant to be placed in a bedroom. I had a very clear vision of a dreamlike lavender field. And
then another concept came to me – more abstract and perhaps also more unique. I simply
couldn’t resist the temptation to bring it to life too. So, two canvases were born. The concept of
the first one was agreed on, the second one was meant to be a surprise.

This was a pivot moment for me. While painting the lavender canvases, various thought were
crossing my mind…What would it be like to make a living from this? People seeking me out,
wanting more canvases. What would it feel like to have my own brand? And how would I
present myself? Kateřina Klímová? It didn’t sound quite right. Kateřina Klímová. The name which
has a personal number assigned to it, can be found in all those databases in school, banks, at
work…My mind was full of flowers. I paint flowers, plant flowers, I’m into flowers. I love all the
flowers, plants and blooms… I wrote my family name down on a sheet of paper. Katka. And
another word right next to it. Kytka (bloom). Wow! Kakytka? No. And what about Kykatka? Yesss,
that’s it! Like the Tillandsia plant sitting on my desk. Simply KYKATKA.

The lavender paintings were the first canvases signed by this name. In fact, I owe lavender for giving birth to my brand
Kykatka. So, thanks a lot, lavender!

P.S. My friend ended up taking both paintings. One decorates her bedroom, the other one her
living room.