Anna Mikuskova
As Anna Mikuskova describes herself: “Black and white photographer, silver-gelatin printer, student of Paul Caponigro, RIT MFA photo candidate, Czech by birth, American by the serendipity of life, traveler, dreamer, seeker, knitter, baker…
Perhaps the best way to say who I am and why I photograph, is to share an essay I wrote in the spring of 2018 for ‘The Maine Arts Journal: The UMVA Quarterly.’
Origins Stories
I grew up in a house made of books; children’s books, classics, detective stories, forbidden publications that escaped communist censorship being passed down by generations of writers. Books lined the walls of our house, a parish established by my minister grandparents who had moved to my small hometown near the Czech-German border after the Second World War.
Books filled the bags my mother brought home from her job at the library. They shaped the quiet moments I spent with my father, an archivist who at times would bring home a rare treat, an old book as big as his desk, that I was not allowed to touch, only admire the yellowed pages and elaborate images that formed the first letters of every chapter. On the weekends, I would spend long dreamlike hours at work with my parents, run in the hallways and between the tall stacks of the library and the archive, both buildings becoming my playground. The infinite wealth of stories they held offered a safe refuge from the confusing world around, from school that represented the communist establishment which was so at odds with home, with my intellectual anti-communist parents and my grandparents who dedicated their lives to Church, an increasing oddity in the secular domain of the regime.
The never-ending tales on the pages intertwined with the stories I heard about my family; humorous anecdotes exchanged at dinner about the absurdities of communism or eerie accounts of time gone that were only hushed and whispered when the women in the family gathered on Sunday afternoons. Over yarn and needles I listened to the life story of my great-grandmother who became a political prisoner in the early days of communism. Always an excellent cook, perhaps she had learned in the ration days of the war to make something out of nothing, she improved the conditions of her incarceration by offering the jail her cooking skills.
I heard stories of my grandfather who had been taken to a labor camp for his involvement with the Church. I listened to accounts of my grandmother who left alone with two young children took over the ministry fighting hard to keep a Church presence under a regime that persecuted its members. Decades later when, unbeknownst to all of us, the gray days of communism were coming to an end, my mother too became the breadwinner when my father suffering from depression was taken away to a mental institution. To supplement her librarian income, she would sell the hand-knits she crafted in the evenings.
Just as my grandfather’s landscape paintings that brightened our days with their vivid greens and yellows, the lives of my parents and grandparents inspired me with the every- day creativity of those who at time and time again had to reinvent themselves in order to survive.
The Haitian American writer Edwidge Danticat believes that every immigrant is an artist, that ‘the experience of touching down in a totally foreign place is like having a blank canvas.’ In the August 2013 issue of the Atlantic, Danticat suggests that ‘You begin with nothing, but stroke by stroke you build a life. This process requires everything great art requires—risk-tasking, hope, a great deal of imagination, all the qualities that are the building blocks of art. You must be able to dream something nearly impossible and toil to bring it into existence.’
Like many others who have moved across the world to create the work of art that is a life well lived, I have adjusted to my new home, and, like the women in my family, I have crafted a livelihood out of eggs and flour, at times yarn and fiber. And when words were not enough to give me the answers I needed: where is home and who am I, I reached for the camera, diving into visual language where boundaries are blurred, worlds co-exist, and time is but an idea, where in the landscapes taken over here you can hear the echo of the stories whispered over there, where the glossy cobblestones of the streets in my hometown reflect the dreams I spun in my new home, dreams I write down in silver.”
Education
MFA Candidate, Rochester Institute of Technology
Independent Study with Paul Caponigro
Maine Media Workshops and College, Rockport, ME
Maine College of Art, Portland, ME
MA, English Language and Literature, Masaryk University, Brno, Czech Republic
Selected Recent Exhibitions
2019
”Collective Work II,” 162 Russell Avenue, Rockport, ME2018
”Reflections on Silver: Paul Caponigro and Anna Mikuskova,” Frank Brockman Gallery, Brunswick, ME
”Migration Experience,” UMVA Gallery, Portland, ME2017
”Arrival: Work by and about New Mainers,” Waterfall Arts, Belfast, ME2016
”3 Artists, 3 Visions at 3Fish: Anna Mikuskova, Heath Paley and Kim Stone,” 3Fish Gallery, Portland, ME
”A House with No Walls: Kerry Michaels, Anna Mikuskova, and Mary Woodman,” Elizabeth Moss Galleries, Falmouth, ME
