The unceasing monologue of the distinctive regional painter Jiří Bakala ranges thematically from blunt denunciations of political conditions, through subtle recollections of moments of personal happiness, to existential reflections on the meaning of existence. He does all this with a paintbrush in one hand and a bottle of vodka in the other.
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The unceasing monologue of the distinctive regional painter Jiří Bakala ranges thematically from blunt denunciations of political conditions, through subtle recollections of moments of personal happiness, to existential reflections on the meaning of existence. He does all this with a paintbrush in one hand and a bottle of vodka in the other.