Born in Prague 27.8.1996 . Since 2016 I study bachelor at Academy of Arts, Architecture and Design in Prague at studio of Jiří Černický and Michal Novotný . SOLO : 2017 Jeho pohled nitro plení, je to démon, propad snění at Holešovická šachta 2018 Orange Blossom at City Surfer Office 2019 Kurz sebepoznání/ Self-Awarennes Course at Bike Jesus Mud My Day at Jedna Dva Tři Gallery 2020 Wearing a Trick Bag at Berlínskej Model GROUP: 2020 - Ghost Orchid- Galerie 207 w Masha Kovtun 2018 with Adam Vít - BILL COST at Holečkova 49 with Matyáš Maláč- Analog immersion, Academy of deep emotions, Lollife at Berlínskej model Quiet Chamber Noisy Heart at Holešovická šachta 2019 Participating at Daria Melnik’s Palette at Karlin Studios 2020 Farewell to melancholy - Holešovická Šachta Internships: 2018- Izrael - Bezalel Academy of Art and Design 2019- Studio of visiting artist- with Justin Fitzpatrick and Sláva Sobotovičová 2020- Working internship with Domenico de Chirico Work: Since 2018 I work at The Centre for Contemporary Art FUTURA and Karlin Studios
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Small works from Italy
Series WHEN YOU GOT PLENTY OF TIME, THIME, TIAME...
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Trick!?
Trick, spell, craft..
What we call a trick or illusion, it is something that has to fool the audience, question the reality closer to the mystery!
Trick is a routine - craft!
A way to avoid vulnerability - how not to be embarrassed!
The trick is easy and effective!
Trick as a protective mechanism!
The trick is ironic !
Trick can be learned!
Trick can be seen!
Copy the trick is meta trick!
Get a trick against a trick? What's next?
Be a little embarrassed.
Paint a picture over the couch.
Impress at sunset.
Write a little note about love..
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WEARING A TRICK BAG
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WEARING A TRICK BAG
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WEARING A TRICK BAG
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PAINTERS'WIFES
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THANKYOU & small pieces
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We are standing on a hill, hiding in a forest, facing a rock, thinking about a lonely walk, burned into questions about a silent protest. The safety of loneliness comes slowly, hand in hand with blind pieces of looking into the crowd of what we thought were our future selfs. Now the feeling of a dream is just a comic shade of what was meant to be black and white, but turned to be mostly brown. Precarious position of someone looking for something like a truth is devastated by it’s own means. No can be the answer to everything but in the end of the day it’s still some kind of privilege that you don’t have to fall asleep stiff as a rock and being cut from your roots even though you wake up with your eyes full of mud.



Mud My Day
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the painter
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MudMyDay
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