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My beds project is finally over it started on The reason is very simple, I forgot my camera in Vienna the morning we were flying to Sri Lanka which makes those missing days. As well I did not take the photo every single morning, either because I happened to unexpectedly sleep in a unexpected place and had no camera with me or for some other similar stupid reason. Through almost one year I slept in 34 different beds…. As I look at the whole set now, I could even tell how many nights I spent with Mr. B by my side :. But to be sincere I m happy it is over, because to clean the negatives with only beds on them is the most boring thing I know. That is also the reason why I m posting the last series with couple months delay. Since I finished beds I was not working on any daily based project…I really needed some rest from that almost burden like feeling. The one is no longer a spectacle, the other no longer a secret. Their distinctive opposition, the clear difference of an exterior and an interior exactly described the domestic scene of objects, with its rules of play and limits, and the sovereignty of a symbolic space which was also that of the subject. Now this opposition is effaced in a sort of obscenity where the most intimate processes of our life become the virtual feeding ground of the media. Inversely, the entire universe comes to unfold arbitrarily on your domestic scene. All this explodes, the scene formerly preserved by the minimal separation of public and private, the scene that was played out in a restricted space according to a secret ritual known only by the actors……We are no longer a part of the drama of alienation, we live in the ecstasy of communication. And this ecstasy is obscene…. But it is not only the sexual that becomes obscene in pornography, today there is a whole pornography of information and communication, that is to say, of circuits and networks, a pornography of all functions and objects in their readability, their fluidity, their availability, their regulation, in their forced signification, in their performativity , in their branching, in their polyvalence, in their free expression. It is no longer then the traditional obscenity of what is hidden, repressed, forbidden or obscure. On contrary, it is the obscenity of the visible, of the all-too-visible, of the more-visible-than-visible. It is the obscenity of what no longer has any secret, of what dissolves completely in information and communication……. T hates me because of super short walks, he keeps sitting on the kitchen window looking outside…. T together…. B is here, Mr. T is here…Amy Winehouse is not here….. Where is the middle of the earth? What are stones made of? Maybe I was contemplating the sky. Nicole Krauss — The History of Love. This post was supposed to be posted much much sooner….. Since I usually have the films developed in Poland I was truly shocked as the guy in small print shop in Vienna told me that it is gonna cost me 5 euro …… for a moment I was thinking to fuck it and wait until I get to Warszaw, and develop it there together with 4 other films for same price …. I said Yes please do it : ….. Film was developed in 20 minutes, I ran home to scan it before the classes, thinking that I might be able to post my beds in the evening…. BUT the guy in the shop did not tell me one crucial information. For the price 5 euro I did not only pay for developing….. I would actually call it 4 euro meditation-joga-zen course. This way I would like to thank to Bildermacher company for giving me a chance to explore how it feels when it takes u more than one month to clean one film from dust and scratches. I have to admit that this post was born in tears, and if it was not those beds on the film I would have thrown it away on 14th of april. But today I finished doing something that seemed to be impossible and I feel very oooohhhhmmmm………. So I was thinking that actually the only tangible evidence of what we dream about is our bed in the morning. But that is another story, these photos are only to remember all the beds I slept in…. Baudrillard hit the nail on the head. It is the obscenity of what no longer has any secret, of what dissolves completely in information and communication…… from Baudrillard — The Ectasy of Communication it is very interesting to publish my beds after reading the whole text from Baudrillard…. We only said goodbye with words, I died a hundred times…. Spinoza from Kraliky. B we have the same conversation Mr. B: I had the craziest dreams tonight again. Me: What were they about, tell me. I don't want my life to be a reason for other's life to be a suffering that is why I am vegan and that is how I want to raise my son. I love my little family, birds, rainy days and life on the road. I believe in life before death :. Categories — common life 66 illustration 12 motherhood 17 pregnancy 1 projects 1 publication 3 Slovakia 2 travel 33 Warszaw 1. B and Mr. Master Mr.

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She intertwines her rough body work aesthetics with various dreamy, mystical and mythological allegories about herself. Her main focus is on herself, self stylisation, self portrait, while incorporating various media forms. She has held many exhibitions both at home and abroad. She has attended various psychotherapeutic trainings and workshops.

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