Lawrence Weiner's
Tattoo on the
Veletrini Palace
National Gallery
billboards
David Cerny's coffee
lounge (which has
been functioning -
with drinks and
food - for two weeks)
David Cerny's coffee
lounge
Rudolfinum Concert
Exhibition Hall
where Pivovarov was
exhibited
Antonín Chittussi
Fishermen on the
River, late 1880's
Milan Knizak's
installation
New Paradise
combined animals
and futuristic
airplanes on
mirrors
Milan Knizak's
installation
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letter from
prague
reading the signs
by Tim Gilman-Sevcik
"Please let me out" "please let me out"
"please let me out" read the billboards
I pass on the #9 tram on my way to the
main train station in Prague. It's not
your typical sign, which would be
something more like a row of women's
bottoms with the caption, "They've got
their Sun Factor."
Every free inch of Prague's streets and
buildings has been plastered with billboards.
I've even seen slide projections of ads on
the sides of huge communist pre-fab apartment
blocks. So the city is an excellent setting for
the public art project organized by the British
Council Window Gallery, featuring billboard-
type works by Peter Friedl, Gillian Wearing and
Lawrence Weiner. Friedl, an Austrian conceptual
artist, designed the cryptic "please let me out"
billboard, which was spread throughout the city
and confounded the typical advertising
billboard's stress on product recognition.
The quotation is attributed on the poster to
one Capt. Bellamy, a pirate who appears in
Daniel Defoe's fiction and who also may be an
actual historical figure. The piece was
completed by a blue-and-white striped refuse
container that looked vaguely like a ship--
perhaps the Captain's--that was dragged
around to various locations near the posters.
Conceptual artist Lawrence Weiner, who splits
his time between New York and his houseboat
in Amsterdam, posted his trademark messages,
including "Things made to be seen forcefully
obscured." Perhaps a reference to the signage
that increasingly intrudes upon the city's
graceful 14th-century buildings, Weiner's
"tattooed" messages share a kind of carpet-
bagging foreignness, in this context, with
another Western import--the graffiti tagging
that covers the Metro and much of the city's
buildings. British artist Gillian Wearing
presented several screenings in alternative
theater spaces; I wasn't able to attend, but
was told that the work was a short film clip,
played repeatedly, of a conflict between two
women, one older and one younger. It starts
with what looks like a reconciliation, but
then turns into a cruel and violent fight.
The trick is that the film is being played
in reverse.
Prague's National Gallery has also gotten onto
the city's walls with a series of what has
been called "ultra-details," posting images
of just the eyes of figures from works in
the permanent collection, such as a self-
portrait by Picasso. The billboards are
strikingly beautiful, with only the logo of
the National Gallery in one corner along with
the slogan "100 Years," to mark its
anniversary celebration.
If only everything inside of the institution
was as harmonious as its billboards. As
part of a highly politicized reorganization
of the country's museums, the modern
collection opened last December in the
Veletrzni Palac, a historic building that
had been under renovation for years. The new
museum premiered without a director, but it
did receive substantial criticism for its
curatorial decisions. Now a new curator has
been selected, Jaroslav Andel, who had
emigrated to New York and worked as an
independent curator there. He agree to
return to Prague and take the position on
the condition that he receive a Western-
level salary, an undisclosed sum which
certainly dwarfs the less than $1,000 per
month that the directors of other galleries
in the national system receive.
Andel has shaken things up a bit by removing
the majority of the works from the '70s and
'80s, in particular the former "Obstinates"
group, local artists whose members currently
play prominent roles in the contemporary
scene. The works of over 20 artists have
been replaced by a "visitor's lounge" that
is composed of red, white or blue shipping
crates for artworks, which have been used
like building blocks to make furniture,
partitions and planters. On the door leading
to the room is a sign declaring that the
visitor's lounge is closed while finishing
touches are being made. The room was created
by the young artist David Cerny, just returned
from a visit to New York, and who became known
here for painting a Russian tank monument
pink in the early 1990's.
The Metro was also plastered with posters for
a new show by Russian painter Viktor Pivovarov,
a long-time Prague resident. His "Sonia and
the Angel" exhibition, featuring work from the
late '80s and early '90s, was mounted in the
Rudolphinum concert hall and gallery on the
edge of the Vltava River, a magnificent neo-
Renaissance building that is one of the largest
galleries in the city and home to the Czech
Philharmonic. Pivovarov's storybook pictures,
drawing from memories of his Russian childhood,
were a sensation and brought in crowds of visitors,
who had stayed away from the previous exhibition
of minimalist sculptor David Rabinowitch who
realized for the first time some of his boxy
trough constructions from the '60s.
I was personally treated to a small demonstration
of public resistance to modernism at an
exhibition of early 20th-century landscapes
by the Czech-born and Italian-influenced
Impressionist painter Chittoussi. An elderly
gallery attendant approached me and, after
warning me to keep my distance from the pictures,
confided, "You see how many people there are
here," indicating the crowds inspecting the
seasonal views of Czech and French countryside,
"before this we had some of that modern abstract
art, and the place was empty."
On the other hand, the former Fluxus artist
Milan Knizak has been getting more press than
some politicians. His recent letter to the
People's Paper newspaper criticizing
Prime Minister Vaclav Klaus's lack of taste
was only one of many inflammatory attacks that
get him onto magazine covers and television
political programs. His art is like that of a
grown-up child, including oversized sculptures
of soldiers, inflatable dolls with babies,
futuristic weapons and mutated infants in
glossy, colorful plastic. The billboards for
his spring show at the Manes Gallery, a big
white functionalist building on its own island
in the Vltava River, were a garish display of
color and gesture. But the public didn't rush
to the show. In return Knizak proclaimed that
there should be visas to control who is
allowed into which exhibitions.
In the art community he is an outspoken voice
of almost foolishly brave criticism, and now
that his tenure as director of the Academy
of Fine Arts is up, he might even run for
president. And who would be a better replacement
for poet/playwright president Vaclav Havel
than a painter?
TIM GILMAN-SEVCIK is an American freelance
journalist who lives in Prague.
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