I spend my free time mainly outside the gallery; I often say “I don't go to exhibition openings because it’s work”. I think I'm pretty good at being bored. Lying around, watching brain-eating series, being bored in my head, reading. Movement and sports probably fill my free time the most. Resting is important to me, especially the time spent alone, without people. The understanding that I'm hypersensitive has helped me a lot. Not feeling bad about lying down even a few times a day, leaving the studio early, not staying there “overtime”. But I do that lately only, so hopefully, it'll last a while and I won't slip back into overworking myself.

I often paint the bird motif, so I'd probably be a bird. I would be a terribly intelligent she-bird that would fly to see all the powerful men of the world and get to know how to talk to them, so they won't engage in wars but in dialogues instead.

There's an English term for it but I can't remember it. I'm always wondering what happened, what could have been done differently. Who thought, wrote and said what? What I said. Constantly returning to moments both good and sad. That kind of inner talking to myself. It's exhausting… Overthinking! I've remembered. Food, for example, I think I try to eat healthy, but I keep forgetting to eat slowly :). You should chew your food like 60 times, including the soup. I don't do that, food is often just a necessity for me, not an experience.

I live a good life, I don't think I could handle any other. But in front of my eyes a green meadow flashes and twinkles, two dogs, a child and a loving man, a nest of home. There, somewhere, I am planting flowers, tending to them, helping them grow, caring for them and thus for the entire world. My brain wires in my head are in complete everyday euphoria. That's all I need in my life. As I say, I have a beautiful life, but I have to remind myself, every day.

I chose my lifestyle, but I often wonder whether I made the right choice. My parents said I should have gone to nursing school. Recently, I spent two weeks in hospital on drips. Not only it cured my fear of hospitals, but I also thought “Wow, I'd really love to do this”. Helping people and not just poking at myself and the world with a paintbrush. But at the same time, the fact that I’ve become an artist is just a coincidence. Art school was a random decision, the only thing I was into at 15 was sports, and I'm only catching up with that now, like a Hobbit. In high school and college, my lifestyle swallowed me and then spat me out as a painter, and age continues to shape that style.

I have absolutely no control over this. Although I know that staying offline gives more than it takes. As long as I don't leave my phone at home and go out without it, my hand twitches.

I guess I'm not improving my intellectual skills. I optimize myself elsewhere; sports and movement, that's where I find my energy. But also physical pain. I hope that will disappear or at least lessen over time. So that when I paint, I won't suffer physically that much.

I do now. I've just been on holiday at the seaside with my family… so I was lying down, looking at the endless sea, looking into emptiness. And a family friend asked me whether I was getting inspiration for my pictures… It was on the fifth day of my holiday, and I didn't remember my work at all… or the pictures, but I actually call them canvases.

Yes, but I'm not sure whether it's signs of a burnout and I'm cleverly avoiding them. But if I were to really escape somewhere, it would be away from art, for a long time. And then return to it, of course, but that return would take time, so I've been putting the separation off and off.

Ecology was the theme of the Jindřich Chalupecký Award exhibition. I approached the assignment in my own way. The theme of water had appeared in my canvases before. Now, when I paint 4 Moons leaning on each other and the way they lean creates the shape of an hourglass—another frequent theme of mine—I can say that it is about ecology and the end of the world, about the clock ticking. But it's actually more like my time is ticking. Otherwise, my paintings have not flown on a plane yet, I myself fly a maximum of two times a year, I almost never get in a car. I live modestly, I'm not afraid to say. But I'm not saving the planet by doing that. By painting, I'm mainly polluting my body and my health.

We should concentrate on our body; it does tell each individual what to do, what to eat, how and if to exercise, when and how to rest. We are all different. And I'm not saying that I listen to my body, but I'm learning. I'm at an age where I don't care what anyone else thinks, which is a great feeling. I'm not a corporate employee. I have imaginary bosses above me: gallery owners and curators who create pressure and often put us in a corner. I've experienced quite a bit of pressure, maybe once I actually turned down a show because I knew what I had time for and what I didn't… all I got was utmost dis-empathy from the curator. And here we are all different too: some people like to work under pressure, others don't.

We show in our “stories” how we work and rest but as we film ourselves while at it, we don't really work or rest anymore. It's something someone else should be doing for us, and I don't know who or how. To remain offline is our healthiest future. We're not going to watch how other people live. We will be here more for ourselves and maybe more for the others, too. No pressure please!