Market in Michalovce
A crowd moves through the dust of Michalovce. The air in the painting feels heavy with the scent of earth and the hum of many voices. Figures overlap in a dense, rhythmic dance, their shapes defined by thick, gestural strokes of oil. There is no stillness here. Instead, there is the constant, shifting energy of a public gathering, captured in a single, fleeting moment of 1915. The ground is a…








