Ella Křivánek
Curator at Holden Garage, Berlin


   Project Assistant, Mall of Anonymous,
Schinkel Pavillon, 11.08.23

   Curator, Group show,
Holden Garage, 26.08.23

   Project Assistant, Der Angriffe der Gegenwart auf die übrige Zeit, Schinkel Pavillon, 14.09.23

Exhibitions and Projects



In the Night Time Bloom
  SUPRAINFINIT Gallery, Critical Visions Workshop Curator


  XMAS Special
  Tricking Time
presented with Synchron Magazine

  A Patience Game 
  Your Pillow Watches You at Night
  Beneath a sunkissed bow
  Slow Plosion

    Invisible Ruins
Onion Chamber


   Wind in the XXXX

    Head Over Heels


    Guts Salon
    Pop Up Store


   4lx4s Now
   Place to Be
       Brunswick Sculpture Centre
       Liberty Petrol Station
   The Bathhouse Show


  A Small Group Show
      of British and American Artists

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Writing and Editing

Selected work

Ella Křivánek (*1990) is a Berlin-based curator.


Guts Salon

55 Claremont Street, South Yarra, Melbourne / 2017

A group presentation featuring Antoniahhhh, Adele Mills, Alden Epp, William Hawkins, Bridget Griffiths, Carla Milentis, Joshua Stevens, Kieren Seymour, Sheehan Hunter, Yuki Kishino
Curated by
Ella Krivanek with William Hawkins, and Carla Milentis. Text by Ella Krivanek

You are invited to Guts Salon, an exhibition curated by Carla Milentis, Bill Hawkins, and Ella Krivanek. It takes place in a building that formerly housed a clinic offering beauty treatments and cosmetic procedures. Located just off Toorak Road, and behind prestigious selective school Melbourne High, the space spans 300 square metres.

"Like sands through the hourglass, so are the Days of our Lives" - opening theme quote from Days of Our Lives, the longest running scripted television show of all time. NBC, 1965-present.

Guts Salon will express the authenticity of the fear of the passing of time, and both the material consequences and attendant emotions of that fear.
The social avoidance of the ostensibly depressing reality that the universe is meaningless/your body is decaying/ you will die, by injecting, masking, consuming and coveting superficial perfection takes a lot of energy.

The tension between that energy and the relentless energy of time's steady march forward is something we would like to make some art about
Fear of death(s) - tiny and immense - is the ultimate fear that is the silent answer to every question, and lean the melodrama of this realisation. We can only see that answer if we embrace a soupçon of naiveté , of sentimentality in that which is passé.

"Eh eh eh" - Rihanna, 'Umbrella'. Good Girl Gone Bad. Def Jam 2007.

Things that do not die become Toxic, Cancerous. The stubborness or evasion... denial of the flesh with all it's religious overtones undercuts it all.

“Lose Yourself” - you only have one shot, do not miss your chance to blow, this opportunity comes once in a lifetime, you better - " Eminem, 'Lose Yourself'. 8 Mile Soundtrack. Interscope 2002.

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