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Hopefully I wont be too wrong to give to Kateřina D. Drahošová the short designation: another woman who runs with wolves. (…) As if she was trying to experience the world through a remarkable story and to transmit the prospect further to the viewer. Even one may say that the recipient of her drawings is imposed into the reader’s role - but while this book’s pages are torn out and jumbled, so you can read them again and again, each time in a different order, with a slightly different punchline, as it is in Cortázár’s novel Heaven, hell, paradise. This is also due to the fact that the artist usually relies on Rhizomatic installation of individual sheets, which effectively excludes linear reading. To such a book is also close her mobile hive, in which the sheets of drawings are archived as honeycombs. Kateřina D. Drahošová thus accepts the role of a collector, a cultural nomad who moves from place to place - from Šumava forest all the way to Finland - and creates a spatial network of links, which is a factual basis for her drawings, which not only serve as a medium of memory, but also as a tool that enhances the personal experience. (…) The drawings, like the one on which the Finnish farmers are running around with raised skirts across the meadow and show their genitals to cows, easily teleport our mind somewhere where time has no place. Someplace, where “there is” and simultaneously “is not”. Unce opon a time.
Tomáš Knoflíček ( 2015)
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“I will come from a little house somewhere in the mountains.
Variable grouping of individual numbers without a logical composition and principle of approaching to the central topic. The millions of lines revealed in stones, created by movement, dynamics and the outer influences. A parked caravan as a compromise. The dogs without harness move around freely, the dragon run away from the circus and fleetingness written down in a diary. The time, elements, areas, creatures, people, as well as demons are waiting and from the small particles coming out of the holes in earth something nice will perhaps become or maybe not. You can make a shelter from a simple cupboard, chest, bed or two timbers but then a dog will settle in and you won’t be able to hide. I heard that when all bees become extinct, four years later the human race will die out too. The fascination by explosions, smoke, rumble and moss cover, what will arise out of this? I think that infinity of brilliant experiences. The artist and his dwelling with compost in his garden as good base for the society. The fantasy and reality are the same and we are the water surface showing the reflection. Miracles happen, it’s nothing else that a magical performance. The difficulty of light being or the lightness of difficult being? A bear will settle in a cave with a wolf and they will have some currant juice together and there will be nothing strange about it. Some planets have been leaving the Milky Way.
What for? I do not know, perhaps because of us. Or have they become the modern nomads too? The searching for distant places as well as those inner-ones. We will all meet in the circus as tightrope walkers.”
K.D.D. ( 2013)