In the words by the writer Adolf Branald (written 24 years ago):<\/strong> \u201c\u2026 a man named P\u00e1nek, who knows the bodies of goddesses, the anatomy of angel wings and the sculpture of giant muscles so intimately that it is enough to lay a hand to introduce themselves: \u017dehrovice. I am P\u00e1nek. And the stone figure immediately knows better – although it probably doesn’t know which one exactly. Warmth, softness, and pulse unmistakably tell the sculpture the same thing as yesterday – and yesterday may be two or three hundred years ago. So far it is to Jan \u0160imon P\u00e1nek, the master of stonemasonry, who renovated St. James‘ Church after a great fire in the 17 th<\/sup> century. Between \u0160imon of 1689 and Bohumil of today, a continuous line of fathers, sons and grandsons put their hands on stone, feel a gentle tremor beneath the surface, are in love with stone, live with stone, and because they do not know greater pleasure under the sun, they pass a feeling, tools and life on to the next one.<\/em>„<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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