Have you recently been living by any life philosophy? Do what thou wilt. What will baffle future generations about our day and age? Hopefully wars, racism, xenophobia and gender inequality. Are you aware of any conspiracies? Yes;) What is it that interests you about photography? Creating images in the split of a second and photographs as index. What is the worst thing about city life? Traffic jams. What part of the planet would you like to explore? Mongolia, Nepal, Algiers, Peru, Mexico, ……………………. What do you think is the most plausible of the supernatural? Theory of Relativity. If you had to align yourself with a leader in history, who would it be? Vaclav Havel. Pick a field of science to be an expert within. Geology. What moment have you most wished you’d had a camera when you hadn’t? Never. Choose a job you would be willing to do for free on the side. Caring for orphaned sloths. Describe the most important photo you’ve seen. Arthur Rimbaud’s self-portrait from Harar. How often do you take other people’s advice? Almost never. Describe a personal hell. One way journey to Mars. Which living person do you most admire? Everyone who uses their power and influence to help others regardless of profiting personally. On what occasion do you lie? When I believe it’s harmless and feels convenient. What was the last crime you witnessed? Aftermath of stabbing in East London. What is the best way to educate yourself? Curiosity. What is the next book you want to read? Re-read Sebald’s Austerlitz. Ultimate camera? Mamiya 7. Most used camera? Mamiya 7. What object do you want? Book Etudes de Nu by Germaine Krull. What object do you need? New non-stick frying pan. How would you explain the internet to someone from the 1950’s? It’s like interactive TV, library and newspaper (including the dating ads) in one. Are you satisfied with your level of physical strength? No. Describe a cheap thrill. Good company. Pick an historic moment from the last hundred years to bring a camera to. Moon landing. Are impulses more important than consequences? Definitely. Which talent would you most like to have? Making music. What is your plan for the next 24 hours? Have a bath, sleep, go to my grandma’s cabin in the mountains with my family, walk through the river that runs there and make a bonfire in the garden.
Text by Tereza Zelenkova
“Literature connected since romanticism with the decadence of religion in that it tends to lay a discreet claim to the heritage of religion, is not so much cognate with the content of religion as it is with the content of mysticism which, incidentally, is an almost asocial aspect of religion. Similarly mysticism is closer to the truth than I can possibly say. By mysticism I do not mean those systems of thought on which this vague name is conferred. I refer, rather, to the ‘mystical experience’, to those ‘mystical states’ experienced in solitude. In these states we can see a different truth to that which is concerned with the perception of objects, or indeed of the subject, connected, as it is, with the intellectual consequences of perception. But this is not a formal truth. Coherent discussion cannot account for it. It would be incommunicable if we could not approach it in two ways: through poetry and through the description of those conditions by which one arrives at these states.”
– Georges Bataille, Literature and Evil1
There are places where time has ceased to exist a while ago through a careful and thoughtful maintenance of appearances. Then there are places where time has always had its way and corruption and decay has marked its every surface. How strange it is then that after spending some time in a painstakingly preserved interior of the former, one can after a short while recognize a faint odor of formaldehyde in the air and right after come to the realization that, in fact, he finds himself inside a body of an embalmed corpse. On the contrary, the rotting entrails of a seemingly derelict room can be surprisingly high-spirited. With death comes renewal; past, present and future co-exist together within the folds of decomposing upholstery and life and its counterpart can no longer be perceived as contradictions, but only as an eternal cycle of things. Like the Sun, decay brings both life and destruction.
These photographs show one such room. Although at first sight a derelict ruin, it is also a folly created by someone who I’d like to imagine as the 20th century answer to Des Essientes, a decadent character from J. K. Huysmans infamous novel A Rebours, who transformed his house into a sensual feast in which he surrounded himself with historic interiors, carefully arranged objects and, of course, an array of smells and sounds. “Travel, indeed, struck him as being a waste of time, since he believed that the imagination could provide a more-than-adequate substitute for the vulgar reality of actual experience”.2
A book as figure for an infinite knowledge, a room as a stage for imagination, “a room that is like a dream, a truly spiritual room, where the stagnant atmosphere is nebulously tinted pink and blue. Here the soul takes a bath of indolence, scented with all the aromatic perfumes of desire and regret. There is about it something crepuscular, bluish shot with rose; a voluptuous dream in an eclipse. Every piece of furniture is of an elongated form, languid and prostrate, and seems to be dreaming; endowed, one would say, with somnambular existence like minerals and vegetables. The hangings speak a silent language like flowers, skies and setting suns”.3 And within there’s a figure – part female, part male; half deity, half whore; both immortal and corpse, and like Maldoror crouching in the depths of his cave, eyes closed, moves his neck from right to left, from left to right, for hours on end. “I cover my face with piece of velvet, black as the soot which gathers inside chimneys”4, writes Lautréamont. The enigma of Isidore Ducasse, dying alone in a gritty room of one of the cheap hotels in the 19th century Paris, haunts these photographs as much as delirious visions of an anonymous opium eater, arms spread open on filthy sheets covering a makeshift bed. Baudelaire embarked on distant voyages running his long thin fingers through his lover’s hair (“If you only knew all that I see! all that I feel! all that I hear in your hair!”5); Rimbaud hadn’t seen the sea before writing The Drunken Boat; there’s no need to leave this room, which one man had dreamt out in the 1970’s London. What is irrefutable is solitude – the essential solitude of this room that no longer fits within its surrounding buildings of glass and steal, of the one trapped within; of a reader, writer, or of anyone else looking into the abyss on the reverse side of his eyelids – the essential solitude of inner experience. After each day comes night, there’s Moon to every Sun, like the blind spot that fascinates the understanding by denying the fullness of it.
1. Bataille, Georges. Literature and Evil. Penguin Classics, 2012.
2. Huysmans, Joris-Karl. Against Nature (A Rebours). Penguin, 2003.
3. Baudelaire, Charles. Paris Spleen. New Directions Pub. Co., 1988.
4. Lautréamont, et al. Maldoror and Poems. Penguin Books, 1988.
5.Baudelaire, Charles. Paris Spleen. New Directions Pub. Co., 1988.
Tereza Zelenkova (born 1985 in Czech Republic; lives and works in London, UK) is an artist working mainly with black and white analogue photography. Her practice often deals with mysticism, ranging from abstract ideas about death and the sacred, to documenting concrete locations tied to local mythologies or mysterious historical events. Her inspiration often comes from literature and philosophy, but she also embraces coincidence, intuition and analogy as essential working methods.
She received First Class from BA (Hons) in Photographic Arts from the University of Wesmtinster in 2010 and obtained her MA in Photography from the Royal College of Art in London in 2012. She is a finalist of the ING Unseen Talent Award (2016), a recipient of the Jerwood Photoworks Award (2015) and The 1000 Words Magazine Award (2012), among other awards. She has several self-published books as well as Supreme Vice published by Mörel Books (2011). She had exhibited her work at various galleries and museums worldwide, most recently at the Nod Gallery in Prague (2017), Whitechapel Gallery in London (2017), Copeland Gallery in London (2017), Open Eye Gallery in Liverpool (2016), Belfast Exposed (2016) Jerwood Space in London (2015), Le Bal in Paris (2015) and Musée de l’Élysée in Lausanne (2015). She has upcoming solo exhibitions at Webber Represents Gallery in London (Nov, 2017) and Ravestijn Gallery in Amsterdam (spring 2018). Her work is in collections of Saatchi Gallery in London and Museum Winterthur in Switzerland. To see more Tereza Zelenkova’s work visit — Website / Instagram.