28 Days and A Few Evenings
03.05. – 27.05.12
The exhibition will be introduced by the author giving a lecture from the ENTRANCE TALKS series.
The “Entrance Talks” Project draws attention to contemporary young artists in a new way. A series of presentations of contemporary art for general public will take place on monthly basis (approximately) in the Entrance Gallery. Selected authors will present themselves, their works and in direct confrontation with their exhibitions. At the end of every event people from the public may ask questions, express their opinions and react to the presentation.
“The status bar on my computer screen reads 22:35, it is Sunday 22 April 2012. I am 32 years, 10 months, 3 weeks and 2 days old. The adjustable lamp I have received recently is casting pleasant light on my work desk from the left. I am sitting on my old red leatherette chair. It is a bit cramped in here as there are some canvases leant against the wall together with a folder with my drawings and some other stuff around. A note in my diary says I was supposed to send promotional material concerning my exhibition in the Entrance Gallery two days ago, on Friday 20 April. But I got down to work as late as now. The delay is due to my bad time management. I had worked on the project that I am going to present in Entrance last summer. It took me 28 days to create it, it doesn’t matter where and the dates are not important either. Adjusting the gathered material took me some more evenings later on. It can be said that all the time I had rather comfortable conditions for my work. Somebody disturbed me only from time to time, my bodily needs were actually the biggest hindrance. Even when writing this text I had to take a break and have some meal and when I got back to my computer, somebody called me. The call lasted 18 minutes and 19 seconds. Thanks to electronic devices we can observe how we spend time with great precision. It is 1:29, Monday 23 April 2012. There is hardly anything more to say. I am 32 years, 10 months, 3 weeks and 3 days old.”
Text by Václav Magid