Ready for the Venice Biannial

Revista Umělec 1997/3

01.03.1997

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The 101st international Biannial Exhibition in Venice is to start off yet another stereotypical art masquarade in June without which the „art world“ just cannot live. This year´s theme is just as vague as the ones before: Past, presence and future. This gives the national pavilions a chance to present anything. The Czech presentation has been doing so with good portion of gortesqueness for years.
At the last minute this year, a competition was announced addressing specifically five artists: David Černý, Ivan Kafka, Vladimír Kokolia, Jiří Příhoda and Kateřina Vincourová. The committee, including Petr Nedoma (The Rudolfinum Gallery direktor), Věra Jiroutová (Lidové noviny art critic), Miloš Vojtěchovský (curator of the National Gallery´s modern and contemporary art collection), Kurt Gebaurer (teacher at the Applied Arts Academy) and Dagmar Šefčíková (from the Culture Ministry), selected Ivan Kafka´s project.
These are the preconditions. Wat the result is gong to be like is hard to estimate.

01.03.1997

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