By friends Martin Jančok, Brano Matis and Ján Šicko
Michal will be remembered as a man of stories. Whether it consisted of words, tunes, images, frames or games, he always preferred dwelling in his dreamscapes.
Always friendly, never fighting back, ready to hear you out. Even when it made him feel worse.
He would laugh-out-loud, witnessing the way how he, or part of him, got here. First taken from the cemetery in a sort of punk fashion, then half “smuggled” in the package through the parcel service as art-material. Which is actually… almost true.