The term "Ludová slovesnosť" has its specific place and meaning in the Slovak language. Its equivalent is "Folk literature", but since it was not yet written in this period and spread only by word of mouth, the term "slovesnosť" (verbalism) has its specific meaning, which is used very rarely in Slovak. The term "zlovestnosť" (sinisterness); adjective: "zlovestný"; in the sense: omnious, sinister, it also occurs very rarely in the Slovak language and it can be said that it is not used in colloquial speech.

Folk literature (Ludová slovesnosť), or verbal folklore, is the work of the people. It is characterized by spreading by word of mouth and has the collective character of spreading from generation to generation. The parallel between these two terms can be seen in today’s society as something that is not talked about. Evil is as present in us as good, even though society does not allow it. The ‘good person’ status is praised in society, unlike the ‘bad person’ status, which is hidden. It only resonates between lines.

We have the tendency to praise even a small good deed, but we are usually silent when we see a small evil. We rarely react.

I would therefore modify the definition as follows:
Folk sinisterness is the work of the people. It is characterized by silence and has the collective character of spreading from generation to generation.
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[pen on paper | 290 x 200 mm]
2020
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FOLK SINISTERNESS

ON THE VERGE OF CONSCIOUSNESS [WITH UNCONSCIOUSNESS]

A CLEAR REPORT ABOUT THE END OF THE WORLD

SHARPENING THE ROUGH EDGES OF EXISTENCE

DISTRACTION OF ATTENTION

The pace at which we are destroying this planet is really worrying, but it seems more unnatural to me not to take into account the ways in which nature brings it back to us. Our bodies are armed with antibodies that can destroy us at the expense of the survival of the whole organism. Are we sufficiently aware that our planet also has mercy on us to protect us from ourselves?
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[pen on paper | 290 x 200 mm]
2020
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COUP DE GRÂCE

It is fascinating to watch our efforts to be ourselves. We are torn apart at birth. We are separated from our mother. From parents. We are thrown into the water. We are looking for ourselves, our way, our place in life. Like another rope that takes us through a maze. We are on our own from a certain point. But still, as if still connected to the past.
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[pen on paper | 290 x 200 mm]
2020
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THE UMBILICAL CORD OF YOUR DESTINY

Better translation from original title to English in terms of meaning would be ‘It goes downward spiral’, 
but I like the way this idiom has in Slovak kind of milder character – nearly innocent and poetic quality, 
but at the same time presence and prediction of something wrong’s approaching inevitably.
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[pen on paper | 290 x 200 mm]
2020

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