At the time I was born, Bratislava was a part of socialistic Czecho-Slovakia.
My family was always there for me, cherishing my emotional and intellectual needs with love.
One grandpa was an engineer, the other one, a film director.
Babicka, the family general, was the one who raised me and my sister (Babicka, the family general was watching me and my sister grow, always having a strong say).
The other grandma was a tailor.
My mother is a civil engineer; a very strong, but also, very tender woman.
My father is an architect; a wise man with the passion for photography.
I went to the secondary school of arts and then I went on, attending the Academy of Fine arts. I was the first graduate in photography (in Slovakia).
The school years were full of inspiration, ideas and creation, friendship and good teachers. Nine joyful years spent among the walls of respectful buildings.
Then the velvet revolution came. It opened the doors and threw us at the mercy of the big world.
My first creative artworks, exhibitions, individual, collective and international.
Prizes, travels, discoveries, but first and foremost, the joy of sharing the passion of photography .
First I went black and white, with all that it brings – physicality, smells, noise and sound. There was beauty and concentration, excitement from looking for a perfect frame and composition. Portraits, mostly women faces, aiming to capture the elusive feminine.
Architecture and the emotions locked up in the spaces.
Now I have gone digital, with the flexibility and immediateness; creative potential it offers, the colour and speed.
Photography is my life, a way of discovering, my art and my craft.
Jana Sebestova, the photographer.