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Posthumous Exhibition

Posmrtná výstava

Source
House of Art, Zlín
Author
Milan Salák
Published

Every presentation of laureates always carries with it a certain pathos of retrospection. Yet, as Maurice Maeterlinck writes, in our world and in our lives there is truly only one event that matters and that is our death. It may seem strange to prepare a Posthumous Exhibition for someone who, by all common measures, is in the full bloom of both physical and mental strength. But as Jorge Luis Borges once wrote, “A man is really only a corpse talking to the dead.” So why not prepare a Posthumous Exhibition during an artist’s lifetime?

Jan Kadlec, born in 1976, is the second recipient of the Václav Chada Award, and this exhibition is intended as part of the recognition of his artistic merit. Kadlec’s signature style has always been characterized by an apparently impersonal yet easily identifiable way of thinking and by unconventional themes in his realizations. Although during his admittedly short career he has contributed to several conventional film titles, he has always been regarded within the growing group of artists whose creative credo is a return to original values. As a dedicated conceptualist and innovator. Even if the distinctive nature of his conceptual inquiry might seem to go hand in hand with a kind of meta-artistic social interest, one of his key creative principles was often a kind of “frivolous remake.” This does not change the fact that Kadlec’s installations have always, in some almost perfect way, embodied the era in which we live. It is an age of monologues, when any statement is merely a more or less effective and deliberate system of quotations. If we were to speak of Kadlec as a person in this same sense, we might recall Alfred Kubin’s words from The Land of Dreamers: “An artist is rarely a truly bad man; from time to time he may commit some small vulgarity, but nothing more.”

Kadlec’s contemporary, Radek Wohlmuth, writes in one of his texts: “Immortality is a privilege of animals, because they do not know of death. But death spares no one and nothing. Nietzsche declared God dead; punk is said to be dead, and for some time now people have spoken of the end of art. At this point, it should be remembered that people die, too. As science develops, agony may be prolonged, but death itself remains unchanged. In the end, it can take many forms. Jaromír Nohavica sings that man is born once but dies a hundred times and perhaps he is not far from the truth. Death does not always mean a definitive end. It is, in a way, present in every moment that closes something.”

There is nothing to do but agree. A monument is a monument. The end draws nearer every day. Perhaps, after all, this Posthumous Exhibition might evoke something entirely different. But who can say for sure, when the only certainty we have is that one final event?

Milan Salák, Prague, March 4, 2003

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