You’re really amazing, and one day, maybe very soon, you will find someone who really means the world to you and you will fall in love with them, and he will love you to bits. We must see things and people for how they are instead of how we hope, wish, or expect them to be. Salmon that do eventually arrive at their destinations must once again compete – this time for mates and to fight for access to the precious and very limited gravels.
The profligate expenditure of life and extravagant wealth of biology is there everywhere to behold, as Death dances lightly among the gathering throngs of fish, picking and choosing from among them; who from their number shall successfully spawn and who shall just be food for the gathering predators and scavengers. Spend a day in silence, walking among the spawning salmon, as they dig spawning redds, jockey for position and slash at competitors with those gaping, snaggletoothed, hooked jaws. Jan Bohuslav Sobota has died, while half a world away; I was preparing these etchings of Spawned Salmon and dedicating them to Jan, the lover of fish. The book you hold in your hands has evolved from my simply giving these etchings a second life in book form, to my using them as a vehicle for honoring a friendship of three decades. In 1985, Jan and I had been corresponding for some months without ever meeting – all quite distant and correct. Jan’s father was a serious bibliophile and collector of fine books, who nurtured that same love of books in his son – an appreciation that steadily grew, until he was apprenticed to master bookbinder Karel Silinger in Plzen. What Jan did for contemporary bookbinding, was to act as a bridge between the traditionally trained masters of the past and innovators of the present. Visiting with Jan in his workshop you quickly realized, that he did what a professional must, but ultimately, he just loved messing about with books. A curiously protean hybrid of artist and craftsman, ancient and modern, one cannot think of Jan without seeing an unabashed Czech patriot in a foreign land.
Even after their medical debts were retired, money was still an issue for a family of immigrants with three kids – two with special needs. Schmidt had engraved stamps for Bulgaria, Iraq, Ethiopia, Albania, Guinea, Vietnam and Libya.
In 1992, Jindra Schmidt was honored for his contributions and depicted on the last stamp of a united Czechoslovakia, before it split into Czech and Slovak republics – a fitting tribute.
The book you hold was to have been a simple reprint of the Spawned Salmon – something fun for Jan to work his magic upon. Nice sentimental reminiscences, but there is still the matter of getting the work accomplished and out before the public, organizing exhibitions, printing catalogs and paying for transatlantic flights.
The Prague show was reconfigured and curated by Jan‘s longtime friend, Ilja Sedo, for exhibition at the West Bohemian Museum in Plzen. I’ve heard printmakers lament that the surest way to devalue prints is to add excellent poetry, sensitive typography and a bang-up binding – and then live to see the whole thing sell for half the price of just the unbound prints. There’s nothing quite like seventeenth century Bohemia, the dead center of Europe, for particularly thorough violence – with the Bubonic Plague stepping in afterwards as mop-up crew.
The Golem was a mythic being of Jewish folklore, created from clay and quickened by the Shem, a magical stone engraved with an ancient Hebraic inscription, inserted into Golem’s forehead. The maternal tongues of these small nations have miraculously survived all the invasions, floods, plagues and foreign occupiers to this day – a gift preserved and delivered to them across the generations. Today, the stories of our tribes are less and less passed on as oral tradition and most often read to us from the children’s books we’ve learned to treasure – illustrated by fine artists and produced with care for the highly discriminating purchasers of children’s books – for grandparents. All of us come from grandfathers who once were wheelwrights, cobblers or instrument makers; men with a profound love of wood and leather, who knew the working qualities of every kind of obscure tree growing in their countryside – men who knew when to reach for elm or hickory – as well as for goat, dog or even fish-skins.


Working consciously is the ultimate goal – and that is the legacy you’ll find evidently contained within and upon the boards of every book bound by Jan Bohuslav Sobota. The etchings you see here first came to life as illustrations for the wedding anniversary announcements of Mila and Jaroslav Kyncl. Only once in your life, I truly believe, you find someone who can completely turn your world around. Though it’s an uncomfortable thought, before God can really begin to use a person for His purposes, He must break that person.
When you find your prince, you will realize that all the frogs that came before him suddenly won’t matter anymore. I love the feeling you get when you’re around someone you have feelings for, I love how happy it makes me, I love being able to have someone to talk to at all times, having someone make you smile and laugh.
Because one day, you might wake up from your sleep and realize that you lost the moon while counting the stars. There comes a point when you have to realize that you’ll never be good enough for some people. We all get lost once in a while, sometimes by choice, sometimes due to forces beyond our control.
Remember that God has enabled you to become an example of love, forgiveness and brotherly coexistence. The Notebook, A Walk to Remember, Father of the Bride; No matter what kind of love movie you prefer, it is there to inspire you and remind you of the light of love that is out there despite the pain and heartache.
If you are going to fall in love with me, it’s only fair that you know what you are falling in love with. Schmidt, as he preferred to be called, was a man of conservative demeanor who preferred polite and reserved forms of speech and address. While visiting their unassuming engraver and extending my tourist visa 30 days at a time, I was quietly becoming qualified for life as a counterfeiter – a vocation within which, one is set for life, however it may eventually turn out. Jan allowed several binders to have their way with it – amo boxes for slipcases with shell casings for hinges and so forth.
I just try to let love surprise me because you never know who you’re going to fall in love with. For the people who have hurt so badly that they felt that they could never love again, but kept their head up.
Do not hate, because hate does not leave a space for a person to be fair and it makes you blind and closes all doors of thinking and keeps away one from balanced thinking and making the right choice. I don’t trust myself to fall for a guy head over heels only to get my heart broken in the end.
He died the day I was composing a colophon for the Spawned Salmon with words of praise for his life’s work. You share hopes for the future, dreams that will never come true, goals that were never achieved and the many disappointments life has thrown at you.
For the people who that learn from their mistakes and never stop moving forward, even when they take two steps back. Wishing on all the stars in the sky for the answers to your questions, for something to believe in…someone to hold. You are falling in love with my immaturity, my constant need to feel loved and appreciated, my overactive tear ducts, my tendency to be too clingy.


For the people that wish loneliness wasn’t a part of them, but put up with it anyhow.
You fall in love with my hopes and my dreams, and how I’m a hopeless romantic at heart.
Farmers would occasionally find their possessions and take them as souvenirs, unaware that the last Indians still lived in their midst.
For the people that are okay with taking up all of the room in the bed, even if it sometimes feels a little empty. If you fall in love with me, you fall in love with my distrust and all my imperfections and my perception that nobody could ever love me. Then one day, you wake up and realize how much this person actually means to you, and you love them for every strength and weakness.
And if you just hold on, just find the courage to face it all for another day, someone or something will find you and make it all okay. For the people who periodically miss the past, but are so much more excited for the future. I can confidently report back to my English reader, that Jan would only grow in stature for you, if you could have fully understood the subtlety of his thoughts in his own maternal tongue. You can be yourself and not worry about what they will think of you because they love you for who you are.
You’ve taught me that you can love someone more than anything in the world, yet hate them just as much.
The things that seem insignificant to most people such as a note, song, or walk become invaluable treasures kept safe in your heart to cherish forever. For the people that have so much tied to their past relationship, but break those chains to start fresh. You’ve showed me how bad it hurts to have the guy you love and thought you loved push you away and treat you as if you are worthless. For the people that pick up the phone and are tempted to call, but keep their dignity intact instead.
Back home, their Czech neighbors would have envied them and accused them of theft or worse, but people here seemed to be pleased as punch to see them prosper – genuinely happy for them. For the people that still believe in love even after all of the hurt their heart has endured. For all the people that gave up not because they were weak, but because most times, it’s better just to let go. You open your heart knowing that there’s a chance it may be broken one day and in opening your heart, you experience a love and joy that you never dreamed possible. You find that being vulnerable is the only way to allow your heart to feel true pleasure that’s so real it scares you. You find strength in knowing you have a true friend and possibly a soulmate who will remain loyal until the end.



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I want to get skinny so bad