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Dominik Adamec je absolventem pražské AVU oboru sochařství (Jindřich Zeithammel, Tomáš Hlavina) a v současné době žije a tvoří v multietnickém Berlíně.Snad proto, že Adamec pochází z křesťanské rodiny, vychází jeho tvorba z ranně středověké sakrální architektury, sochařství i prvků náboženské liturgie.
Ink Lovelorn by Boozed-Away Future Meets a Dehydrated Cuneiform
Church of St. Salvator, Convent of St. Agnes National Gallery Prague, Prague, Czech Republic
Wisdom as the process of accumulating knowledge used to be considered a solution in and of itself, while nowadays, wisdom is rather considered as intelligence – a condition for parsing information, or knowledge. Truth however appears only within an ideal constellation, and one truth quickly becomes replaced by another.
If we however knew the answer to the questions we pose in relation to what we feel, we would not discover anything. I did not have a topic to which I needed to answer truthfully. I only felt a compulsion to seek out something. I assembled the best of womanhood and compiled it into the phallic shape of a sculpture, compiled notes from the literature I was reading at the time and watched lectures on evolutionary biology. It wasn’t like looking for a lost pair of glasses because I wasn’t even sure whether I wear them. It was rather something like a discourse on the existence of God, and so I assumed that the best place to have it would be in a church or monastery. And because I read that catharsis usually occurs through an encounter with seemingly conflicting phenomena, I chose to exhibit my phallic Madonnas in the oldest female cloister in Bohemia. In order to retain gender equilibrium, I let the space resonate with a synth-produced Gregorian chant, and I would walk through the installation, which I in fact conceived as a puzzle, and read some of the texts I had previously assembled. I understand that it sounds a bit shameful, but when you don’t know what you are searching for, you must trust your intuition, which works just as well as when one is travelling without a mobile map. But I strongly believe that I can be forgiven, as I in no way intended to desecrate such a beautiful spiritual space and, what’s more, I even found that which I set out to find. That is the realization that the human is a chimera, both physiologically as well as mentally. And that spirituality and lechery ought to dance together in satanic tango.