/ 5.1. 1928 – 28.2. 2013
It is three weeks today that our dearest father and father-in-law, architect Jiří Lavička,
forever left us. He died peacefully in his sleep, at home in the beautiful house that he built in Prague. A visionary mind with a strong will and a great charisma, a modernist architect and a true art lover – and also a loving father, with a wonderful sense of humor, immense kindness and generosity.
Dear father, you were, and will always stay a source of inspiration in everything I do – in art and in life. Miss you.
Lucie and Jourik
// Today is also the 52nd anniversary of the day when my parents met each other – the first spring day of 1961. All my thoughts are now with my mother, who regardless of the challenges that presented themselves, ably took care of my father in the last difficult years, when his illness slowly started taking him away from us. Thank you so much for your love and patience, mom.
As an architect Jiří Lavička achieved something many artists can only dream of, he created and lived within the fruit of his labours. The very walls and roof that sheltered and nurtured him and his family were born from his imagination. I had the honour to spend some time staying within his creation, which now in steel, wood, glass and concrete make him an eternal part of the living city.
‘This city, however, does not tell its past, but contains it like the lines of a hand, written in the coursers of the streets, the gratings of the windows, the banisters of the steps, the antennae of the lightening rods, the poles of the flags, every segment marked in turn with scratches, indentations, scrolls.’ - Italo Calvino, Invisible Cities