The paintings of Martin Lukáč (*1989, Slovakia) exist somewhere between a rock and a hard place. Normally, such a position would be cause for anxiety in a painter, but Lukáč inhabits this willfully liminal space with a relative ease, even a certain grace. His paintings can at times be a mess of vivid colors – expressive shapes and faces in disorder that can’t wait to tell their story. Then again other works feature clear yet mysterious symbols. What unites them is Lukáč’s painterly appetite for adventure.
