Barbora Šubrtová
Efflorescence Tears
11. 3. – 3. 4. 2026
opening: 10. 3. 2026 from 6 PM
in the Jeleni Gallery
curator: Jiří Kovanda
Efflorescence Tears is a series of large‑format oil paintings that draw upon blurred memories and delicate emotions encased within a hardened shell. Flickers of recollection emerge—hazy impressions and the names of plants once found in the frozen landscapes of my childhood. Layers of memory become translucent, revealing how some things resist remembrance while others beg to be forgotten. Efflorescence is a process in which deeply absorbed water slowly evaporates, leaving behind fragile salt flowers on a surface. What first appears solid and impenetrable, exposes its fragile core over time.
In the air we have a ball
From the darkness we have light
As a seed we become a plant
Through the weeds in a garden
We are
Black flowers
(Culture Beat, Black Flowers)
Little girls come out to play
In a garden full of black flowers today
For their hope has run away
So they chase it through those black flowers again
Little lies we tell ourselves are killing time we do not have
(Matt Darey, Black Flowers)
Black flowers have lost their way
They've lost their way again
Cursed for their will to dream
Raped by mankind again
(Fishbone, Black Flowers)
Black flower in your lonely room
Please let this song be
Black flower, things will brighten soon
Your love will come along
(Marsha Hunt, Black Flower)
Children lying in their beds.
Just remember what your mother said.
Don't you worry, don't you cry.
Little black flowers grow, in the sky.
In the sky.
(Chris Isaak, Black Flowers)
Nemůžeš uvidět můj svět
jsem v cárech deště, jsem černý květ
Jak ptáci k zemi sražení
jsem znamení
(Maya, Jsem černý květ)
Wear a black flower
You miss so give it now
You're the man in the dirty street
With children at your feet
(Nirvana, Black Flower)
Black flower, black flower
Doesn’t lift me from the ground
From your lies, recrimination
Like a phantom in the crowd
Black flower, black garden
I know I’m going down
Feel the ground beneath my feet
Spinnin’ round and round and round
(Sacrane, Black Flower)
Black petals like night with a face of blue light
Her essence holds the timeless answers
Frozen as the petals fall there, the Priestess lays bare
And she tastes the petal's power coming over
(Spirit Caravan, Black Flower)
When some pretty boys with skinny ties, black flowers and Valentines
Try to take you home
Do you recognize that I have stopped before you get too high
On your own supply
(Yo La Tengo, Black Flower)
The program of the Jeleni Gallery is possible through kind support of Ministry of Culture of the Czech Republic, Prague City Council, State Fund of Culture of the Czech Republic, City District Prague 7,
GESTOR – The Union for the Protection of Authorship
Partners: Art Hotel Praha
Media partners: ArtMap, jlbjlt.net









