Artistic research
My encounters with John Berger I wanted to share here the somewhat scattered personal memories of my encounters with John Berger, whom I had the privilege and honour of knowing, and which I hold dear. The first time I met John was in 2007, as he picked us up from the airport in Geneva. We came to... Continue Reading →
In the last workshop of 2016 we were exploring how subjective states, such as dreams or memories, can be communicated via multi-sensory impressions and without sight. Below some of the innerscapes created by participants and experienced by touch, smell, and hearing alone. Billur's childhood memory Alice's dream of washing a wig The various experiences of the encounters, whether... Continue Reading →
Here are some images from our second sensory workshop, at the Dissenters Chapel. We were exploring the interplay between narrative, imagination and sensory stimuli. One of the questions I am interested in is how our visual imagination works in the absence of sight. Do we imagine colours? How accurate is our visualisation based on tactile... Continue Reading →
Theatre of Fruit Latest stills from my fruit and vegetable performance, using light to explore texture and colour in particular. Notes towards a short film. Tereza Stehlikova, November 2016
Sensory workshop n.1 The aim of the first workshop was to explore the relationship between our bodies and place, as mediated by our senses, and in turn, how this can become part of the creative process. The workshop is a first one in the series of workshops, which follow the tradition of the surrealist games,... Continue Reading →
Feeling my way towards a film, an encounter with the sensory world of a fruit and vegetable market... “Come buy our orchard fruits, Come buy, come buy: Apples and quinces, Lemons and oranges, Plump unpeck’d cherries, Melons and raspberries, Bloom-down-cheek’d peaches... Swart-headed mulberries, Wild free-born cranberries, Crab-apples, dewberries, Pine-apples, blackberries, Apricots, strawberries;— All ripe together In... Continue Reading →
TRIESTE: In-between states Short film made in collaboration with the writer Deborah Levy. To be screened at the Whitechapel Gallery on 1st December, 2016 http://www.whitechapelgallery.org/events/sense-of-place-international-women-film-makers/ I have just completed a short film, made in collaboration with the writer Deborah Levy. The film is an impressionistic documentary about Trieste, a city in north east of Italy, with a... Continue Reading →
Twice a year four generations of women (my grandmother, my mother, myself and my daughter) gather in a family house in Southern Bohemia or in an apartment in Prague, where my family has been living in for the past 60 years. Together, we participate in the ritual of filming. This ongoing project begun in 2011, when I felt... Continue Reading →
For the past weeks, I have been exploring the Kensal Green Cemetery again, capturing little moments in time on my camera. What I feel most strongly here is the presence of all the absent people. People are everywhere, yet nobody is here. Instead, there are traces: signs, pictures, names, toys... I am struck by the abundant use... Continue Reading →
Today Steve and I took another of our walks, through Kensal Green Cemetery, and along the Grand Union Canal, past Wormwood Scrubs prison and onward. And everywhere so many traces of human beings: at home in their houses, in their boats, inside tents, in gaps behind billboards; their pants and shirts, ribbons and ashes scattered in trees, along paths, in the water of... Continue Reading →
Working with the poet Steven Fowler on capturing the strange and disappearing no man's land around Willesden junction...These are selected images from the latest recce...recording locations where nature meets artifice, where plastic and vegetation talk to each other, imitate each other, where synthetic colours are splashed in abundance across the subdued industrial landscape. "Let's listen tonight to Willesden... Continue Reading →
From my continued filmic studies of the bonds between my grandmother, mother, daughter and myself. In Prague, December 2015.
Tereza Stehlíková 