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Katherine Muench:
Cerny Hlava/Black Head Series

February 4 - March 18, 1999

Curated by Michelle Fiorenza


Cerny Hlava is a continuing series of work that has been inspired from a recent trip to Prague and Vienna. Cerny Hlava is derived from the Czech language, literally translated to mean Black Head. This series of artwork is a fusion of materials and processes, consisting of lithography, drypoint etching, oil paint, oil crayon and collage on mylar. It contains a combination of words, numbers and visual forms. There is also a synthesis of less tangible means ­ that of the personal and the historical, and of memory. It is this content that provides the inspiration for Cerny Hlava / Black Head Series.

The first day exploring in Vienna brought me to a park situated by a lovely neighborhood of grand buildings. It is within the park that I came upon two huge, menacing buildings. These formidable structures appeared to have been built and used as armaments for WWII. They were constructed of gray bricks towering to two hundred feet in the air with several half moon parapets used to support anti-aircraft guns. Faded German words remained on the buildings: Hur ewehrmaeht, MUTTERuKIND, JangHOR, Bereithalten. The thought of what these structures represented and the atrocities the war perpetuated disturbed me greatly. These buildings felt evil and haunted and it is this powerful, unsettling memory that I brought back with me to inspire this series.

Cerny Hlava / Black Head Series is about the pain and suffering of the victims of World War II. Each of these heads is black, anonymous and screaming ­ a beseeching wail of oneıs tormented soul. For example, the collaged numbers in the head cavity talks about the degradation and serialization of the victims. Like a tattoo, it becomes a physical imprint within the skin and hints of the horrors suffered. The surrounding color is raw and tense and the Czech word for scream -- VYKRIKY ­ is highlighted in red.

The Czech language also had a profound influence on me. There is a visual strength to the words with its inherent marks and lettering. The language, just like the antiquated buildings and cobblestone squares, remains the same as before the Velvet Revolution and before World War II. Perhaps itıs because they have survived such tumultuous histories that they breathe, whisper and sometimes scream of the injustices and inhumanities that they have witnessed. And in being there, in a certain place in historyıs memory, that one carries away with them an infusion of knowledge and insight.

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