Apparently one of the main representatives of “accumulative” art, or the movement “all out of the dusty cupboard” art of the Eastern European countries, Kristof Kintera, just 38 years of age, is presenting a comprehensive show of his work. Already from the entrance, on the second floor of a Prague municipal building that mainly houses the municipal library, we are received in a candy and snack shop run by old ladies-attendants. Similar attendants guard the whole exhibition. I am not sure whether they belong to the set-up or they are just public servants fulfilling any role within the municipality; I now tend to think that they are explicitly chosen to fit the atmosphere of the show. The first work of the itinerary (again an obligatory path, falling under one more category as mentioned in my article about the Venice Biennale) says it all: “I am sick of it all”. The exhibition runs in the sphere of distraction, deterioration, angst, aggressiveness, a general feeling of inevitable dead-end. However, it felt rather amusing and not because of the talking shopping bag who is sick of it all (I am sick of it all, 2003) nor of the bad taste Satan (Bad News, 2011) and other similar visualizations of criticism on modern reality. The air of amusement came from the fact that this artist actually dirties his hands to make something; this is the positive smile. In addition to this, he transfers the forms imposed by the world art trends to the atmosphere (maybe only the historical one?) of his country. The negative smile comes from the compiled presentation of absolute cliches. From the broken double wall hiding something/ someone, to the collection of old lamps, to the melting figures, to the child anti-hero banging its head against the wall (Revolution, 2005), to the devil banging the drum on the news of world pollution, etc. It is all so manifestly average, as thoughts, that it becomes almost shocking. So much average disgust becomes politically correct, to say it in other words. Still, this man makes things and he makes them with care and humour; a basic, yet forgotten, prerequisite for being an artist. I am sure that he also made the plan of the show, an appreciative piece by itself.
P.S. 1 Photographs of all the shown works can be viewed curently on the artist’s website.
P.S. 2 My favourites were the office-chair-throne and the Xmas-tree-balls melted and assembled into something awful.