People just love or hate Vladimír Skrepl. Beside Václav Stratil he becomes one of the most toxic figures whose appearance in public looks like cabaret of drunken actor before his fall into the emotional hell. This forever young monster full of humor and bitterness is producing astonishing paintings when hallucinating by day or deep in delirium of the night. It doesn’t really matter that without the explanation of creator the real meaning or the story remain hidden. It might be scarry then. These are like colourful mud, with swept away objects and magazine pages that run while a catastrophethrough the nursery and phornographers flatlet.
