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Juraj Dudáš
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Год 2000, 1
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Juraj Dudáš

Umělec 2000/1

01.01.2000

Lenka Lindaurová | new faces | en cs

Born in1975, Dudáš studied at the Rudolf Sikora open studio at the Fine Arts College in Bratislava, Slovakia between 1994 and 1998. He currently studies at the intermedia school of Milan Knížák at the Fine Arts Academy in Prague.
Juraj Dudáš’s socially imbued installations and videos all use contemporary mass media expressions, from advertising to the internet. Dudáš tries to use these media to express very personal feelings. In the form of a television or digital quiz, he communicates with higher forces, tests himself and creates interactive hypertexts. He presents his art objects as goods, but idelogical goods, as if the ideological business is dictated by the artist who is powerless in the real world of monopoly corporations. The issue of power and impotence appears in Dudáš’s work in a ratio that is determined by his ironic self-reflection.




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