Chalupecky fortunetelling: Chosen Family
The Family and Gender chapter, in the upcoming exhibition Beyond Nuclear Family at Art in General in New York, will include a short dreamy film by Marie Lukáčová and Tereza Jindrová telling of pregnant men, talking snakes, love triangles, families going beyond biological bonds, and mainly of gender fluidity.
“As far back as his family tree goes, women threw themselves at the feet of all the men. For real. Testosterone juice was their family wealth handed down from father to son – just like their pickled garlic recipe. But as they got older, they would shrink until they became miniatures of themselves, growling from their TV armchairs. They retained their tendency to make up stories though… Even at hundred years old, they could tell you the craziest fairytales after lunch. I will remember the first one my father told me till I die…” “… The sisters were thrown off balance. Instead of continuing their attack, they would each look at their bodies in puzzlement. Tears crept to their eyes. Their ferocity turned into shame which would instantly drive them away from the village, far beyond the mountains. Even when the villagers were long out of sight, their words still resounded in their heads like an insistent bell. The village survived their deadly visit after all. The sisters, too, survived in their fortress, but they would sing no more, nor would they transform at full moon. They would each lick their wounds in their corners. All the power they had at full moon, all the love they would give to the forest, were obscured by a single feeling: injustice. They could still hear the villagers jeering in their heads. The sisters started losing their form and life force. They were eaten alive by the desire to take revenge, combined with a previously unknown distrust of their own bodies and fear to mingle with people again. So they would wreck vengeance on themselves and their bodies started shrinking and evaporating. When not a tiniest particle of matter was left of Vesna, Janinka and Ola, the vapor they had become turned into a single huge grey ominous cloud. It rose into the blue sky, darkened the sun, and wherever the wind blew it, it would spread bile, stench and decay. And there was no one to laugh at it any longer.”