Lenka Vítková

In 2009, a small show took place in the Prague space Pavillon, which was then run by the artists Jan Pfeiffer and Pavel Sterec.

Text on the bottom of the box:

I am writing this text for the word but – as a word that will help me restore my balance. But before it is uttered the ground must be prepared – ground for contrast.

You say it in precisely that tone so you can then say but.

I am not even listening to what you are saying; your words concern me only after you say but.

But is a statue that I ceremoniously unveil for you on a platter made of all of those words.

But how else can I do it if I don’t want to hurt you; but I have to tell you.

But it’s not possible here, there won’t be any more buts here; maybe there will be, but perhaps you won’t say them.

We remain in the first phase – words flow unbounded. But there is another boundary all the same; I know about it –

it‘s where you won‘t let me go.

I need that word, but you.

Text on the sheet of paper:

This third text should be about leaving. It came to me when I didn’t want to get up. It occurred to me that I don’t

want to get involved in another situation, even though that other one will soon blow over. And I won’t leave myself

here in the meantime; I’ll move on to the second and the third, and I’ll recognize myself in the fourth situation as

more or less the same person I have always been.

This third text should be about leaving. I am trying not to add anything and leave, but I need to keep coming back. I

would like to formulate this thought better – good sentences sound long in one‘s head.

I am leaving.