|2012 — 2018||Ateliér grafiky II, Škola Vladimíra Kokolii|
|2017||Ateliér intermediální tvorby III, Škola Tomáše Vaňka|
|2016||Bezalel Academy of Arts and Design, Jerusalem, Izrael|
The mountain looms somewhere in the distance, rising over the broad plain and looking down into the abyss. It could probably only fool a very distant eye. Our sight can be deceptive and deceitful when we want to act like gods. What else, when the mountain cannot be conquered? When we are forced, in our smallness and nothingness, to turn our eyes up towards the sky? And all we see is an insurmountable wall lacerated by the ravages of time. A bulwark between paradise and our inhospitable homeland. A chasm from which there is no escape. But agony and the will to survive will claw themselves out even along this rock face. Martin’s brushstrokes are caustic and solid.
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