Ophelia in the Looking Glass

Here is a little moving glimpse into Ophelia's world behind the mirror, or is it a computer screen? We followed Ophelia as she drowned herself inside a bowl of soup as if it were a lake, during her last supper. After that the shadow Ophelia travelled into the darkness of Candid Arts Club underworld, dressed... Continue Reading →

The Transparent Senses

How do we relate with our close ones when they are far, unreachable, and displayed to us through a flat screen designed to keep us safe, at distance? We see them, we talk to them, the information flow passes between us, courtesy of our advanced digital world. But how do we really keep in touch... Continue Reading →

From my roots: part one

This year seemed unlikely at first: from the constraints of our London abode, with no outside space, just a tiny flat where not even windows can be properly opened, the idea of South Bohemia, with its open landscape, became utopia. But as the lockdown rules across Europe started to relax, we took the opportunity to... Continue Reading →

Underwater Ophelia

We know that Ophelia drowned, she took a plunge into a large soup bowl, where wild flowers floated, making her departure from this world rather aesthetically pleasing. She has been washed out elsewhere, into a world I am trying to understand, for reasons I am also trying to understand. But before that, briefly, she appeared... Continue Reading →

Cosmologist’s reflections on my new film

Having recently completed my short film Self-isolation Dinner, I have asked a selected number of interesting thinkers from different disciplines, to write a short response to the film. The idea is to offer different viewpoints on the work, so that the film is not an end in itself, but becomes an inspiration to dialogue, which... Continue Reading →

Shadow Ophelia

Having left Ophelia, dressed in white like a bride, as she drowned herself in a bowl of floating blossoms, in the middle of the lush Kensal Green cemetery in May 2018, she was briefly spotted again in Candid Arts Centre on 22nd February 2019. This time she was all in black and she was enclosed... Continue Reading →

Pirates of Worm Wood

Sunday 8th December 2019. The last time Steve and I meet before 2020 arrives. Today we have a business to do. No longer just observers, we want to leave a mark. Not out of sentimentality, but because we want to experience small taste of this violence to come, to understand in our own bodies what... Continue Reading →

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