Tereza Stehlikova: Artistic research into sensory perception & embodiment
A multi-media exhibition by Tereza Stehlíková STERNSTUDIO GalleryMayergasse 7/21020 WienAustria NEW DATE:Opening - 20th January 2023 - 19:00visit on appointment via info@sternstudio.at A multi-media exhibition tracing and mapping some of the textures that make up the narrative of oneself: a fragile and ever-shifting construct made of embodied memories, fragments of early childhood experience, imprints of tactile... Continue Reading →
"And I come to the fields and spacious palaces of my memory, where are the treasures of innumerable images, brought into it from things of all sorts perceived by the senses." "...These things do I within, in that vast court of my memory. For there are present with me, heaven, earth, sea, and whatever... Continue Reading →
This is the next instalment of stills from my filmic explorations of the four generations of women in my family. Here my grandmother and my daughter, looking together at my grandmother's memoir, which she spent 10 years writing up. The book includes a number of photographs, and other personal mementos, including my grandfather's letters to her from... Continue Reading →
These are stills from my filming at my Grandmother's apartment in Prague. With Anna (12 years) and Jirina (89 years) From an ongoing project exploring the interconnectedness of generations of women in my family.
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 →
“As a house of moving pictures, film is as habitable as the house we live in.” (Guiliana Bruno) Storyboard/ mood sheet for Melusine, 2010 (dir. Tereza Stehlikova) During the process of my PhD research I came to realise that I was haunted by certain tenacious memories from my childhood, and in particular by the house... Continue Reading →
[The past is] somewhere beyond the reach of intellect, and unmistakably present in some material object (or in the sensation which such an object arouses in us), though we have no idea which one it is. As for the object, it depends entirely on chance whether we come upon it before we die, or whether... Continue Reading →
Cinesthetic feasts 