We've long been searching for a name that could best summarise what it is that we do — from our projects set in public spaces to our cafés and rooftops. The original Pianos on the Street Association (Spolek Piána na ulice) first grew into the Ministry of Fine Interventions (Ministerstvo jemných zásahů) before later becoming known under the still-working title The Dreamy City of Prague (Snové město pražské), which perhaps better expresses our attitude towards the city we both live in and love so much. We’re still looking for the right name and until we find it, I’ll be keeping a summary of all our noteworthy activities here under my own name: Citizen Ondřej Kobza – O.K.
We don’t engage with the city's systemic or technical problems — there are more professional people for that. Instead, we enjoy the dreamlike state of things. To see the potential in otherwise mundane and routine objects and locations from which we can conjure up a whole other world. Cardboard roofing can become the seedbed for a public garden, railway stations can become improvised concert halls with the help of a piano, and the crowded Charles Bridge can become the venue for a neighbourly outdoor dinner party. We can witness the real world around us transform into something we might have never before imagined was possible.
Our friend Radovan Lipus referres to as “the scenic nature of the world.” Imagine we’re sitting in a café, we look at the street from behind the window. We read the newspaper. We write in our diary. We take a sip of our coffee. There’s a theatrical story that’s playing out right before us in the street. The garbage man comes by to wheel out a dumpster and empty trash into his truck, a couple who are madly in love carry a rose, the tram makes a squealing sound as it gets ready to brake, an ambulance siren goes off... we observe the world as a scene of stories and a stage of dreams.
Radovan tells us that the most important place in the most remote village is an ordinary bus stop next to the church and the pub. There, boys sit provocatively on the back of a bench, hocking loogies while carving the names of their loved ones into the wood. But the biggest event is when the bus comes there twice a day to either unload a bunch of people or take them on a ride to somewhere else in the world. We find the same situation in the Port of Hamburg, where other boys and girls watch ocean liners sail off into the distance. A public space is a “cradle for dreams.”
We try to create and initiate these “musical cradles for plays and dreams” places and events where you can see the city, the streets, and the world more attentively and in a whole new light.
If you like what you see and are interested in a possible collaboration for similar events you’re wanting to put together, feel free to get in touch with us.