FILIP DVOŘÁK: FOUR BLACK HORSES IN THE SUNSET

20. 9.–20. 10. 2018

 

pattern recognition–

 

sometimes it’s easier to daydream of the end than sit through now,

like finding satisfaction in saying ‘you’ll be sorry when i’m gone’

 

July’s lunar eclipse looked like shit on everyone’s Instastories

Who just wanted to show they cared about naturally occurring phenomena

The earth’s shadow casting itself out onto the turning full moon

Becomes a shaky reddish blob barely visible on a cracked phone screen

At the same time “we’re having such a Melancholia moment”, friends whispered in the park

It sounded like wishful thinking

Because everyone knows what happens at the end of that movie

 

sitting and grazing in the grass, it’s itching our ankles

flies hovering around our sticky eyes

all of us are waiting

 

 

text k výstavě: Christina Gigliotti