Monologue of a Chimneysweep from a Chimneyless Town at Nevan Contempo

Artists: Ivars Gravlejs, Krištof Kintera, Jan Nálevka, Tomáš Roubal, Jan Šerých, Filip Turek, Jan Turner

Exhibition title: Monologue of a Chimneysweep from a Chimneyless Town

Curated by: Pavel Švec

Venue: Nevan Contempo, Prague, The Czech Republic

Date: June 7 – July 26, 2019

Photography: all images copyright and courtesy of the artists and Nevan Contempo, Prague

Everything is more complicated than you think. You only see a tenth of what is true.

There are a million little strings attached to every choice you make; you can destroy your life every time you choose. But maybe you won’t know for twenty years. And you may never ever trace it to its source. And you only get one chance to play it out. Just try and figure out your own divorce… And they say there is no fate, but there is: it’s what you create. Even though the world goes on for eons and eons, you are only here for a fraction of a fraction of a second. Most of your time is spent being dead or not yet born. But while alive, you wait in vain, wasting years, for a phone call or a letter or a look from someone or something to make it all right. And it never comes, or it seems to but it doesn’t really.

So you spend your time in vague regret or vaguer hope, for something good to come along. Something to make you feel connected, to make you feel whole, to make you feel loved.

And the truth is I feel so angry, and the truth is I feel so fucking sad, and the truth is I’ve felt so fucking hurt for so fucking long and for just as long I’ve been pretending I’m OK, just to get along. Just for…

I don’t know why, maybe because no one wants to hear about my misery, because they have their own. Well…
Fuck everybody.

The pastor’s monologue from the film
Synecdoche, New York
directed by Charlie Kaufman.
(Sony Pictures Classics, 2008)