ruin of romantics
you said you wouldn’t fall apart.
and you’ll push us back like those flowers into a form. we’re tied to a circuit which leaves out nothing.
a song the dead hear. something tough forming everything into something that makes time small. this language is so old that it can’t get rid of it.
it’s waiting for us until we make up our minds. that thing we feel while still alive.
i’m sitting and watching teardrops pass.
i don’t wanna get over it, i wanna tear the stars into pieces.
i don’t wanna feel better…
my gramps’ sister and her husband were executed by fascists for taking part in the anti-fascist resistance in osvětim.
my great-gramps hid american soldiers in his garage during the war.
my great-uncle got his ass moved to jáchymov mines for fooling around with the Střešovice branch of the Vyšehrad riders – then he got the hell outta here and went to canada. apparently, he was a painter. he was followed by my gramps, aunt and cousin.
…everyone was fascinated by art
i lived with my sister, mom, and dad, totally isolated. paranoia and loneliness, injustice.
and unfairness was our second name.
they opened everything up after the revolution, but one –ism was just switched for another. so me and my sis, we understood that we’re part of a never-ending revolution and that the fight goes on, we got into arts schools and started our resistance. this time it seems it’s a cultural resistance, but it can’t be cut off from the social one.
the art fascination morphed into art. into art that doesn’t need to be understood by everyone, into art that lets us hide into our own world and makes us feel safe in it.
enchanted prices wanna slash their way through a wreck under a flower watercolour screen.
an emo dude, loser, beggar, sucker, stream, juggler, magenta.
they exist in ruins of romance…
i can see the flames reflected in your eyes.
from behind me…
i say there is no other way
and it was hard to turn and leave
now these tears keep falling
falling down from my lonely eyes
and they’re tears of the sadness generation
still falling…
i’m falling down from my lonely eyes,
falling for you.
immortals will tell me
get old and let your hair grow
there’s no grief in sleep.
i can’t recognize the world by the worth of your words. a romantic hero’s really an asshole, it’s time to clean up. i gotta go to the shop. chelsea wolfe, where is the cord from the lawn mower? all you say is bullshit! do you hear yourself? cheat treats for models, coconut water, millet, quinoa, beans, smoothies, my paints will dry out! a black-eye. is it your own fault? individuality, a key from the door. perturber, it’s raining onto dry roses in a trashcan, 400,- for a square meter. away from people. wall ruins. stone fountain, metabolism, cubistic spirals, black monochrome for stars. black dumpling. jugglers, a narcissist, everyone keeps creeping up on me. a mentally abused soul, an out-of-tune piano, hicks from hick town, an amateur shrink, a flower celling smashed into patina ornament. yoga, balaclava, don’t tell me how to do stuff.
brave, courageous is nonsense.
tears are falling down from my lonely eyes.
they’re falling for you.
a.h. creates dream portraits in the dark landscape of her own parallel worlds, both unnerving and fragile. stories of fantasy creatures which will never happen or live forever come to life in her works.
at the exhibition in karpuchina gallery, anežka presents the watercolour aspect of her paintings that has been emerging in recent months.
smudged colours.
watercolour spirals shine with their own light.
BIO/ The Czech artist Anežka Hošková (born in 1982) has graduated from Václav Stratil’s intermedia studio at FaVU, Brno. She focuses on the media of drawing and painting, but in recent years she primarily works with watercolor. Her projects often come in the form of scenic installations.
She is a cofounder of the A.M. Collective and curates the A.M.180 Gallery.in Prague, and is also one of the organizers of CREEPY TEEPEE FESTIVAL in Kutná Hora, an event of contemporary alternative music. Anežka also currently performs live under the pseudonym DJ Black Dumpling.
We would also like to invite you to the currently ongoing exhibition of the same name, “RUIN OF ROMANTICS,” which is open from June 9 to July 27 in Karpuchina Gallery, Prague.
CREDITS
Artworks / Anežka Hošková @anezka.hoskova
Photography / Tomáš Rubín @tomas.rubin.photo
Text / Jakuba Hošek @the_sad_queen_of_everything, Nik Timková @demonic_angel_777
Exhibition architects / František Hanousek @francy.no.check & Jakub Hájek @hajek.jakub_
Poster / Daniel Vojtíšek @dan.vojtisek
Exhibited at @karpuchinagallery
Styling (Photo with Anežka in the gallery) / Kateřina Hynková
