Trieste - "the visceral, the surreal, the lonely, the hypochondriac, the self-centred and the affectionate..." (Jan Morris) Images from a recce: working towards a film about Trieste...with the writer Deborah Levy. Trieste, October 2014. All images ©Tereza Stehlikova
Moving Water
Here are some stills from a series of three art participation events entitled Moving Water, inspired by our sensory, embodied relationship to water. These took place between 19th - 21st June 2014, at the October Gallery, London. Moving Water offered a moving, embodied sensory experience of our biological, psychological, cultural understanding of water through handling sculptural vessels that contain water. Made... Continue Reading →
Dressed in Leaves
This entry relates to my experimentation with communicating multi-sensory impression by audio-visual means. This short film exercise (2.28 min) is inspired by my own childhood memory - a memory that is not just composed of visual impressions, but also consists of sounds, textures, weights and temperatures, and scents... These sensory/sensual fragments have become meshed together... Continue Reading →
TASTE OF ICELAND: Art, Science and Exploration
TASTE OF ICELAND: Art, Science and Exploration by Annabel Huxley Our aim was to use “food to evoke and provoke essential states of the mind which otherwise cannot be evoked and provoked” Marinetti, The Futurist Cookbook. What would Iceland taste, smell and feel like if you could whet your senses on a journey through that... Continue Reading →
Sense of Iceland
Sense of Iceland Multi-sensory banquet experiment based on William Morris’ Journey to Iceland, 1871/1873 Conceived by Tereza Stehlikova and developed in collaboration with Charles Michel. Date: 24th November, 2013 Location: Blacks club, London, Dean Street The event has been conceived and initiated by myself, an artist and researcher based at the Royal College of Art,... Continue Reading →
Icelandic Dining Exploration
"Welcome on this adventure of unsettling perceptions across the unseen sea. Touch, explore, be curious. Bon Voyage!" This is a little post to mark the beginning of a journey that begun on Sunday 24th November, 2013, in Blacks Club, London. This exploration engaged 24 specially selected explorers (and 24 initiated guides) who took them on... Continue Reading →
Poetry in Truth
Poetry in Truth - Truth in Poetry A short excerpt from Edgar Allan Poe's highly inspired Eureka. The sense of the symmetrical is an instinct which may be depended on with an almost blindfolded reliance. It is the poetical essence of the universe – of the universe which, in the supremeness of its symmetry, is... Continue Reading →
Drowned Man, by Punchdrunk
Drowned Man, by Punchdrunk These are some of my musings on the latest performance by Punchdrunk, in Temple studios, London, which left a deep impression on me. These musings are general and quite subjective thoughts, and are not descriptions of the plot, or of any particular encounters with objects, spaces or people, of which there... Continue Reading →
Generation
Every grain of wheat and every maiden contains all its descendants and all her descendants—an infinite series…the abyss of the nucleus. (C. G. Jung and C. Kerenyi, Essays on the Science of Mythology) These are images GENERATION (video and sculpture installation by Rosalyn Driscoll and Tereza Stehlikova), on at GV Art in London now:... Continue Reading →
Bruno Schulz on creativity
“I do not know just how in childhood we arrive at certain images, images of crucial significance to us. They are like filaments in a solution around which the sense of the world crystallizes for us…They are meanings that seem predestined for us, ready and waiting at the very entrance of our life…such images constitute... Continue Reading →
laundering leaves
These are stills from some of my tactile film experiments - playing games of combining mundane domestic tasks with less obvious objects or materials. This idea, of laundering leaves, is a theme that haunts me from a long way back, from my childhood in Prague: One time, when I was about 3 or 4, I... Continue Reading →
The Magic Mountain
“What then was life? It was warmth, the warmth generated by a form-preserving instability, a fever of matter, which accompanied the process of ceaseless decay and repair of albumen molecules that were too impossibly complicated, too impossibly ingenious in structure. It was the existence of the actually impossible-to-exist, of half-sweet, half-painful balancing, or scarcely balancing,... Continue Reading →