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Born in 1977, Chrištofová studies in the graphic arts studio with Vladimír Kokolia at the Academy of Fine Arts in Prague.
Chrištofová is one of the few marginal artists who attempts to capture landscapes in her drawings and paintings, or, more precisely, her personal feelings for landscapes, which bear completely different meanings for today’s art and human life. Because she uses photographs Chrištofová does not make her pastel drawings out in the countryside. The landscapes are thus mediated for her perception. They are not about concept but about the feeling evoked by the memories of a particular landscape. It is irrelevant whether something alive, real, trustworthy or sentimentally close is included in the picture. Chrištofová shapes structure using colors, and expresses a certain space, be it mental or physical. Similarly, she uses personal physical feelings, abstracting them according to her meditative experience.
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