It was a great love, they say.
Also, they say a first serious relationship is a chance to test the tools and patterns inherited from one’s primary family. To hurl them at each other in a haze of romance, wound each other recklessly, and in the process, dig the first trenches for future wars that cannot be won.
But in the beginning, there is faith.
Faith in the right motions of the Universe.
Faith that it will last forever.
Faith strengthened by the fear – what if it doesn’t?
Journeys to the roots begin when one tries to view the place of their birth—the source of all problems—from a scientific distance. And when that fails, there come expeditions beyond the borders of the known, the linguistically comprehensible. Somewhere, where sound matter, knotted into familiar phrases, forms nonsensical poetry.
For example, to France.
Perhaps that will help us understand ourselves again?
And we shall do so until all efforts at understanding dissolve into dust —
and all that remains is the question: who the hell should do the washing up?
As a child, I was captivated by my grandparents’ faded wedding photo. Their determined faces felt eerily distant from the reality I knew. It became a symbol of the unpredictable future glimpsed in a single moment – a moment I felt I was in when this work was created.
2005
Object
Fake wedding photo, red diodes
39×44× 5 cms (h×w×d)
“The Act of Man” is a tongue-in-cheek monument to a lost domestic war over dishwashing with my ex-husband. The sculpture captures a historic moment between the man-as-Discobolus (who’d rather hurl the plate than wash it) and the future man-as-equal (who’ll one day do the dishes without needing a vagina to justify it). For perhaps the first time in history, a man is being gently—but firmly—forced by a woman to contemplate the idea of being her true partner.
2010
Sculpture
Bronze or Polyresin Marble
191×80×80 cms (h×w×d)
“The Experiment” had two sources of inspiration. The first was my lifelong fascination with the ingenius architecture of Ještěd in Liberec, the city where I was born. The second was a question – “Why are we here?” – asked by Jan Mladovský, who invited me to his workshop of the same name in 2006.
This gave me the opportunity to carry out a bizarre pseudo-scientific experiment — and to pay tribute to Ještěd, the Universe, and to absurdity itself.
2006
Object & Research report
Mixed media (Object + Video)
The knot in a handkerchief is meant to help us remember—our own way of curating memory to fit our needs. It’s an act of control over memory, as fragile as the fabric itself. And what if the handkerchief remembers the wrong thing? Or forgets what we’d rather hold on to? It’s all become hopelessly knotted.
2006
Sculpture
Bronze or imitation
30×12×15 cms (h w d)
A tranquil composition of restless actions. It does not matter if the moon rises or sets. The same as we do not care about the drama on the other side of screen. An ideal living room painting to complement the home atmosphere.
2008
Photomontage
Print on canvas
80×110 cms (h×w)
I created this “audio poetry” Ni Leçon 1, Ni Leçon 4 from a CD accompanying the textbook French for Self-Taught Students I used while learning French in 2009. I’m still fascinated by how many clichés and small truths hide in a language. What do we reveal to foreigners through the phrases we teach them? And when we memorize these lines — will they ever help us understand, or do they, once stitched into dialogues, end up sounding like accidental poetry anyway?
2009
Audio poetry
Each Lesson +/- 1 minute
