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STROKING BODIES - AN ANATOMY OF TRACES14.12.2024 - 15.12.2024
Frozen Moments / Fluid Time04.11.2024 - 27.11.2024
LANDSCAPE FESTIVAL PRAGUE 202413.06.2024 - 30.09.2024
ANIMA MUNDI | VISIONS – ITSLIQUID INTERNATIONAL ART FAIR | VENICE 202407.06.2024 - 21.06.2024
Deposit of Memory: Video Works by Miloš Šejn from 1988-202227.05.2024 - 27.05.2024
MEMORY DEPOSIT06.03.2024 - 27.04.2024
KOR . KON . TOI . 0 0 1 – Miloš Šejn / Adriena Šimotová17.11.2023 - 28.04.2024
BECOMING GARDEN…17.09.2023 - 29.10.2023
Heraclitus principle / One hundred years of coal in Czech art16.06.2023 - 22.10.2023
SYMBIOSIS06.06.2023 - 23.06.2023
1 : 1 : 127.05.2023 - 25.08.2023
Wege in die Abstraktion im Dreiländereck II02.04.2023 - 28.05.2023
BIRTHDAY16.12.2022 - 19.02.2023
MY WIFE/S SOUL16.11.2022 - 17.12.2022
Face for SU–EN22.10.2022 - 22.10.2022
RAVINES AND GARDENS05.10.2022 - 05.11.2022
Valoch & Valoch / Archeology And Conceptual Art30.09.2022 - 27.08.2023
Wege in die Abstraktion im Dreiländereck02.07.2022 - 25.09.2022
AQVA15.04.2022 - 04.09.2022
KINETISMUS: 100 Years of Electricity in Art22.02.2022 - 29.08.2022
EMERGENCY EXIT03.12.2021 - 11.09.2022
MAN IN THE CAVE24.11.2021 - 06.02.2022
ÍHMNÍ30.09.2021 - 28.11.2021
SEMI-OPEN29.09.2021 - 28.11.2021
Prague Biennale 2021 / Re-connect Art03.09.2021 - 07.09.2021
Zdzisław Jurkiewicz. Occurrences25.06.2021 - 21.10.2021
Art Safari 36: TOGETHER05.06.2021 - 11.06.2021
ART, MELANCHOLY AND LAUGH FACES IN THE FACE OF ABSURDITY22.05.2021 - 03.10.2021
KRAJINA + / LANDSCAPE +14.05.2021 - 25.07.2021
WATER18.12.2020 - 06.06.2021
ATLAS NEW CONSTELLATIONS05.12.2020 - 30.05.2021
FOR THE LAST FIFTY YEARS27.11.2020 - 01.10.2023
PILGRIMAGE TO THE MOUNTAINS27.10.2020 - 08.11.2020
Fotograph Festival #X UNEVEN GROUND07.10.2020 - 07.11.2020
Í T H M N29.09.2020 - 31.01.2021
Table and Territory / Table et Territoire26.09.2020 - 27.09.2020
Looking Into The Window19.09.2020 - 31.12.2020
A Pilgrim Who Returns
15.09.2020 - 31.10.2020
Gočár Phenomenon03.09.2020 - 31.10.2020
ART SAFARI 35 – HYDRANT27.06.2020 - 28.06.2020
24h PERFORMANCE14.06.2020 - 15.06.2020
Through the Landscape of K. H. Mácha04.06.2020 - 06.09.2020
NMHTÍ12.05.2020 - 24.06.2020
IDENTITY23.03.2020 - 31.12.2021
Homeplace & Kunka Phenomenon04.03.2020 - 31.07.2020
↗ ASCENT ↙ DESCENT / performance art event23.02.2020 - 23.02.2020
Parallel cinema / Stream, Tree and Stone03.02.2020 - 04.02.2020
Ji.hlava24.10.2019 - 29.10.2019
TRA DUE MONDI16.10.2019 - 16.10.2019
Pilgrims, Refugees, Hermits11.09.2019 - 28.10.2019
The Naked Forms Festival (FNAF)06.09.2019 - 08.09.2019
Sounds / Codes / Images - Audio Experimentation in the Visual Arts06.06.2019 - 10.10.2019
rivers, streams, puddles04.06.2019 - 24.06.2019
IL SORRISO DEL LEONE / VENICE TELEPATHIC BODIES01.06.2019 - 24.11.2019
Performance Crossings 201915.05.2019 - 18.05.2019
THEATRUM MUNDI III27.04.2019 - 27.04.2019
Early Manifestations of Action Art in East Bohemia26.04.2019 - 16.06.2019
AQVA MUO26.04.2019 - 28.05.2019
Yellow Rose Fragrance27.03.2019 - 16.06.2019
WÄRMFLASCHE14.12.2018 - 15.12.2018
ART SPACE ECOLOGY15.10.2018 - 31.12.2020
Architecture and Senses12.10.2018 - 14.10.2018
THEATRUM MUNDI II22.09.2018 - 22.09.2018
OPERA CORCONTICA04.09.2018 - 09.10.2018
PRAGUE WILDERNESS – LANDSCAPE FESTIVAL PRAGUE 201821.06.2018 - 30.09.2018
Energy of the initial line – gesture, rhythm, movement in contemporary Czech art01.03.2018 - 28.05.2018
IMAGE / BODY / SOUND27.11.2017 - 27.11.2020
EVERY WANDERING ENDS IN THE BEGINNING13.11.2017 - 13.11.2017
(Post)Land Art and the Anthropocene06.11.2017 - 06.11.2017
CS CONCEPTUAL ART OF THE 70s11.10.2017 - 13.01.2018
SONIC SOLAR MOUNTAIN26.08.2017 - 26.08.2017
Bohemiae Rosa25.08.2017 - 31.08.2017
HOW TO EXPLAIN IMAGES TO AN INVISIBLE INTERSPACE02.08.2017 - 10.08.2017
LAPSody 2017 – The Bubble24.05.2017 - 27.05.2017
ALCHEMIC BODY | FIRE . AIR . WATER . EARTH21.04.2017 - 29.05.2017
LIQUID ROOMS / THE LABYRINTH10.02.2017 - 28.02.2017
LANDSCAPE20.12.2016 - 12.02.2017
The Landscape, Art and Photography | Contemporary Artworks in the Landscape01.11.2016 - 12.01.2017
Branches | Nature art – variations26.07.2016 - 16.10.2016
AGARA / Hommage à la Peinture04.04.2016 - 31.05.2016
SPEECH MELODIES19.11.2015 - 08.01.2016
SELÉNÉ / BECOMING A LUNAR FACE TELEPATHICALLY28.09.2015 - 28.09.2015
FACIALITY05.09.2015 - 05.09.2015
SOLAR MOUNTAIN20.09.2014 - 09.09.9999
MICHALEK / ŠEIN27.11.2013 - 12.01.2014
IL SORRISO DEL LEONE01.06.2013 - 24.11.2013
FACIALITY / Space of the Memory and an Immediate Space23.10.2012 - 24.10.2012
Faces / Face as the phenomenon in videoart20.06.2012 - 16.09.2012
ARCHIVES & CABINETS14.06.2012 - 02.09.2012
The Written Face for SU-EN28.01.2012 - 28.01.2012
Finally Together07.09.2011 - 14.10.2011
B/L – Dedicated to Carolus Linnaeus15.06.2010 - 29.08.2010
BEING LANDSCAPE25.03.2010 - 06.06.2010
Gardening10.03.2009 - 13.03.2009
Cartusiae Waldiczensis29.11.2008 - 01.03.2009
LANDSCAPE UNDER TOTALITARIAN16.09.2008 - 30.11.2008
LANDSCAPE UNDER TOTALITARIAN
Galerie Mayrau / Hornický skanzen Důl Mayrau / Vinařice u Kladna
Landscape and a man are in a harmonic disharmony
and
a man and landscape are in a disharmonic harmony.
The forest slopes below Vinařice are green with creeping clematis and catch-weed and together with the buildings they are reminiscent of some kind of terrace gardens surrounding the mining towers.
The Mayrau mine protrudes as a ghostly peak especially in the evening in the moonless nights. All the hidden corners have the same eeriness as during the day, but the black is metallically absolute and the tile white glows as if through the crowds passing by into the underworld. Besides the dark crepitation coming from all the folds of this labyrinth’s soul, the dominating sound of the nights is the barking of the dogs of the guards of the nearby prison, resounding through the whole space. It is an echo from the underground, which was physically lost under the concrete slabs, swamped with water and ashes forever.
The fierce barking of the Cerberus brings back to life the reeking fatty acids penetrating the dust, which lies on everything. Time triumphs here, but the shells of human presence remain.
The dawn doesn’t change anything, only the howling is altered by the croaking of the ravens and raptors flying out of the surrounding fields and thickets. The red insides of the still tepid waste heaps burning speak of those who used to walk by here with dust in their teeth. They are also recalled by the birches flaming green and the vegetation growing through the spawn into the ground again and again. The subsoil is soft though, it is slipping under the feet. The steps are uncertain, and walking means walking backwards. Even a cry immediately dissolves in the spray of the shallow footprints. The roots once pulled out keep coming back; this is the way full of rough, sharp-edged nostalgia.
The sintered druses of slag and dross have a lot in common with the bits of lava thrown out of the earth. Unlike the natural volcano fields of the moving earth, these are mountains of human sense for accuracy, absolute aim and endeavour.
Mining, the story of a mystery-seeking journey downwards, was always regarded as an art. It requires sacrifices and the moments of beauty are always accompanied by huge moulds of cooled-down ruins, privation and loneliness.
The garden of Mayrau is neither a garden of paradise nor the abandoned study of a romantic magician. It is one of the unforgettable torsos of human history, a cry from the dark into the light as bright as a forged rooster’s crow.
Milos Sejn
Contact:
Dagmar Šubrtová - curator
tel: +420 723 436 528
email: dasas@email.cz
http://www.mayrau.wz.cz/vystavy.htm
more
Galerie Mayrau / Hornický skanzen Důl Mayrau / Vinařice u Kladna
16.09.2008 - 30.11.2008
Landscape and a man are in a harmonic disharmony
and
a man and landscape are in a disharmonic harmony.
The forest slopes below Vinařice are green with creeping clematis and catch-weed and together with the buildings they are reminiscent of some kind of terrace gardens surrounding the mining towers.
The Mayrau mine protrudes as a ghostly peak especially in the evening in the moonless nights. All the hidden corners have the same eeriness as during the day, but the black is metallically absolute and the tile white glows as if through the crowds passing by into the underworld. Besides the dark crepitation coming from all the folds of this labyrinth’s soul, the dominating sound of the nights is the barking of the dogs of the guards of the nearby prison, resounding through the whole space. It is an echo from the underground, which was physically lost under the concrete slabs, swamped with water and ashes forever.
The fierce barking of the Cerberus brings back to life the reeking fatty acids penetrating the dust, which lies on everything. Time triumphs here, but the shells of human presence remain.
The dawn doesn’t change anything, only the howling is altered by the croaking of the ravens and raptors flying out of the surrounding fields and thickets. The red insides of the still tepid waste heaps burning speak of those who used to walk by here with dust in their teeth. They are also recalled by the birches flaming green and the vegetation growing through the spawn into the ground again and again. The subsoil is soft though, it is slipping under the feet. The steps are uncertain, and walking means walking backwards. Even a cry immediately dissolves in the spray of the shallow footprints. The roots once pulled out keep coming back; this is the way full of rough, sharp-edged nostalgia.
The sintered druses of slag and dross have a lot in common with the bits of lava thrown out of the earth. Unlike the natural volcano fields of the moving earth, these are mountains of human sense for accuracy, absolute aim and endeavour.
Mining, the story of a mystery-seeking journey downwards, was always regarded as an art. It requires sacrifices and the moments of beauty are always accompanied by huge moulds of cooled-down ruins, privation and loneliness.
The garden of Mayrau is neither a garden of paradise nor the abandoned study of a romantic magician. It is one of the unforgettable torsos of human history, a cry from the dark into the light as bright as a forged rooster’s crow.
Milos Sejn
Contact:
Dagmar Šubrtová - curator
tel: +420 723 436 528
email: dasas@email.cz
http://www.mayrau.wz.cz/vystavy.htm
more