Tereza Stehlikova: Artistic research into sensory perception & embodiment
There is something about those sweltering hot days, as the air stands still, enveloping us by a sense of unreality or hyperreality, like moving around one of those pictures in "frozen time effect". Something about the different time scales being out of synch with each other. The whole experience of walking with Steve yesterday felt... Continue Reading →
This is the latest edit from the ongoing Wormwood project, in collaboration with poet Steven J Fowler. This film is a brief meditation on Wormwood in times of coronavirus... https://vimeo.com/404939186 Filmed in London on 31st March 2020, edited on 7th April 2020
Wormwood in the days of the coronavirus Today I ventured on an exploration of Wormwood, at a time of the pandemic and London under lockdown. This little walk is my day's exercise. I wanted to see how the area transformed, at this particular time. The path by the canal was busy enough. People going about... Continue Reading →
Here is a trailer of feature length film I am currently finishing making, which will be screened at the Whitechapel Gallery, London, on 30th January 2020. https://vimeo.com/376797600 Disappearing Worm Wood, 2020 A cinematic witnessing of London living through aberrant, awkward, ugly change, but mostly dying in the process. Filmed over the last half decade, exploring... Continue Reading →
Here we are again, Steve and I, on our now regular exploration of this part of North West London. Unlike the last mini expedition, when the atmosphere was so thick and still it could be cut with a knife, today everything is nimble, translucent, in a state of flux. There is a palpable sense of... Continue Reading →
Ongoing explorations and musings, Worm Wood film project in making, in collaboration with Steve J Fowler. Sweltering heat, strange smells and heavy stenches drifting from nearby factories, spawning thick vegetation, the canal transformed into a toxic green carpet, impenetrable, surely hiding all sorts of disturbing content in its depth. Something much worse than the bloated... 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 →
Cinesthetic feasts 