The Academy of Fine Arts in Prague
Prague
2016
THE SCULPTOR’S ECSTASY
PURE BLISS
You get wave of pure bliss
If gympsum in bucket the form doesn’t miss
Pure bliss is when clay
Comfort to sculptor the moment bring may
Pure bliss can give you a warm up
When truck with the stones at the workshop comes up
The creators complex, the heat of bliss
When the cow to the calf birth gives
A BIGGER STRENGTH
It’s a bigger strength to create marvel
To move things
To call it No title and leave and travel
Bigger strength is to create universes
Sculpturing can easily pull you from crevices
A SCULPTURE WITHOUT MATTER
The thought itself mires in the brain
Email and photo shop finish the strain
THE THREAD OF COMMUNICATION
The four of us, embraced day and night
We keep away these things and fight:
Stay with one topic, work overload
Shit talk and awkward bloat
THE ROAR OF THINGS
ADAM
Adam is a statue revived
We all are from clay and ghost enlivened
THE WAY TO CREATION
Sculpture is a way of creating
Through shapes, material and cutting
A poem, too, is a way of creating
Without polystyrene there is no awakening
SLOGAN
No touch without snatch
No smell without mask’s spell
No sight in the dusty plight
No taste of coffee without Nescafe
Let your ear the grinder hear
INSTALLATION
Everyone has and installation in the closet
Today, tomorrow, forever
Ravages of time slice over and over
Chance is the part of the concept
OBJECT
How is an object in the hands of a child
Tastes it, pees on it and leaves it behind
The object never leaves your head
It attacks you from all sides and you are overpowered
BODY
Body for some is a separate field
A gender view changes you indeed
Mothers and fathers into the mountains speed
Body is a means, a tool and a creation
Some have it all in one notion
MAN AND SCULPTURE
A sculpture is a man and they live together
Together they face the world and the weather
The sculpture is heavy, light, big, small
It always has the man’s measure in all
The sculptor is a thief of space
The viewer can hardly fight this
The granite keeps him in place
Either under or on he is
The psychoanalyst must be green with envy when
The sculptor rakes through his mind again
The sculpture and man mingle in fact
Whether he cuts or casts it compact
You can not turn a good statue to face the wall
You can turn it around from any pose
And you hear only cawing of painters’ crows
You can not turn a good statue to face the wall
You’ll always see some new faces, new legs
When work done, boil your eggs
ROOTS
Myslbek, oh Myslbek,
We are in your back, Myslbek.
Štursa, Štursa, Štursa,
It can be just torso.
ACADEMY
The model on the turntable, that is never easy
The leg is dying
You don’t sketch it properly, sleep is uneasy
Proportions don’t fit, the dwarf is staring.
The model on your lap, the leg is dying
Proportions don’t fit, the dwarf is staring.
OTHER HORIZONS
Over hill and dale
Egyptian figures
Where do they graze
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ADVICES OF MOTHERS AND FATHERS
When you are grinding, watch the sparks.
Always adjust the saw before starting work.
Stand on solid base.
Think of what you are doing.
Don’t overshoot it.
Remember weak women and weak men.
Watch the shape.
Watch your face.
When you cut the stone, keep taking away.
When modelling, keep adding.
When casting, separate.
Don’t do a model under a candlestick, that is the darkest place.
Keep care of your protectives.
Stand aside from what you are doing.
What you don’t draw, you don’t shape.
What you don’t shape, you don’t draw, probably.
Try to think up something, sometimes.
Never close your eyes.
Talk to her (him).
Never underestimate strength.
Go to the cinema.
Regularly water the clay.
Honour Mothers and Fathers