‘Broken Hearted Wine’ by Anežka Hošková, with guest Tomáš Kurečka and special collab by Jakub Hosek.

‘Broken Hearted Wine’ by Anežka Hošková
guest / collab w/ Tomáš Kurečka
special collab w/ Jakub Hošek
June 12, 2019
Berlinskej Model, Prague

In spring time
When you haven't got a dime
Yeah, in spring time
And life seems a crime
Come on over
Cry on my shoulder, and drink
Broken-hearted wine
Tastes fine
In the spring time
Broken-hearted wine
Tastes fine

So you finally see her face at last, and the pain will never pass
You thought she was the only girl in the whole wide world for you
You can come on over
Cry on my shoulder, and drink
Broken-hearted wine
Tastes fine
In the spring time
Broken-hearted wine
Tastes fine

So you don't know what to do
There's just one cure for you
In spring time
When there isn't any reason
Or rhyme
To thinkin'
That you'll be mine
So come on over
Cry on my shoulder, and drink
Broken-hearted wine
Tastes fine
In the spring time
Broken-hearted wine
Tastes fine
In the spring time
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It is said that left-handedness implies a much more developed level of emotional feeling - those who prefer the left hand are more sensitive and susceptible to various emotional fluctuations in the collective conscious than those who are right-handed. Anežka Hošková is apparently not afraid to manifest these animal and natural emotions. Indeed they are an indispensable part of her.

Anežka Hošková is a collector of emotions - moving along the border of mindful melodrama she reveals her great strength: an ability to portray what has been natural to humanity from time immemorial.

Each of us builds layers upon layers before themselves. We isolate ourselves to not feel or perceive and hopefully not appear silly. It is exactly this stereotype Hošková demolishes.

She is authentic, balancing installations with a number of different media, painting, drawing or performance. The bizarre and perverse is not derisive but rather proves much of what one denies.

To be one’s own self. To perceive oneself. The predominance of one side over the other should not destroy the most natural path, the path of the heart.

Text: song by Codeine, Tea Záchová

Photo by Jakub Hájek, František Hanousek