This exaggerated tension between flat canvas, paint’s illusory quality and its goopy tactile materiality, in Martinez’s large scale works, is complicated to the extreme. His improvised compositions are rendered with clumsy operatic choreography, equally dramatic and static. Space isn’t impasto-built but conceptually mapped in planes of patchy offensive tones, where action is humorously played out in hieroglyph style, pitting coarse outlined graphics against urban jungle melange. The motifs – recurrent cartoonish characters, cassette tapes, cutlery, a basket ball, food stuffs – are life-drawn from Martinez’s daily banalities. Dripping, tumulous, or aerosol sprayed, they’re aggrandised, immortalised, made formally integral to Martinez’s refreshingly innovative reinterpretation of what painting should be: masterfully executed, shrewdly funny, daringly confident and delivered with uncompromising taste.