When I’m asked about my relationship with mountains, what I think of first have to be my earliest memories. My parents took me and my brother to the Alps when I was about three years old, we were hiking, cycling, and exploring and I was ecstatic as I could be. What I liked the most were the views, simply phenomenal. I still like all sorts of watchtowers, especially in mountains. I loved to get as close to the edge of any cliff possible, so I could see everything, I even sat on the guardrail. My mom, who is very much afraid of heights, didn’t approve.

When I was a bit older my parents taught me how to ski. We were lucky enough to have a family friend with an apartment right under the mountain Špičák in Šumava, so we were able to go skiing every year. This is also where we went on a few pretty short hiking trips with my school, mainly exploring lakes. I definitely wasn’t the only one thinking these types of trips were much more fun than going to the cinema in our city.

I may not be an excellent artist but all hills and mountains make me wanna draw and draw. There is no calmer feeling than being up in the sky, breathing fresh mountain air, feeling the mountain sun on your face. It makes me want to create something and drawing is great for that. I feel like I understand why so many great artists and writers were obsessed with mountains.

All of these fond memories of mine made me also very fond of mountains altogether and if a could move to any of them, so I could just be able to go out and be in mountains, exist in mountains, live in mountains, then I would be very happy with life.