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Groping my way. I am in the darkness of the exhibition; to sharpen my imagination, I close my eyes and summon the vision of paintings hanging on the walls. There are spatial moments in the display that shape its character, that bring the narrative together as a whole. The so‑called little treats. And there it appears before me, from the left, in its entirety: Abys by Tomáš Predka, in the […]
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