I identify as invisible, 50" x 40", oil on canvas, 2025
Let's have a serious morning where things make sense.
Reality, as we perceive it, is like a thin, tightly stretched plastic veil — transparent in places, barely managing to contain the restless energy beneath. It strains and shivers, fragile and untrustworthy, like a shopping bag threatening to split at the seams.
In my abstract works, fragments of the real world are dislodged and rearranged, following their own internal logic. Through this reordering, energy leaks out, revealing the true, untamed nature of things — until a new kind of balance, raw and precarious, emerges.
In my landscapes, extreme linear structures and heightened color push tension to its limits, like a balloon on the verge of bursting. These scenes, though grounded in the visible world, hum with the same underlying pressure.
Whether abstract or representational, these works share a common pursuit: to press against the limits of order, to glimpse the moment where structure trembles — and meaning tries, however briefly, to hold.
In my abstract works, fragments of the real world are dislodged and rearranged, following their own internal logic. Through this reordering, energy leaks out, revealing the true, untamed nature of things — until a new kind of balance, raw and precarious, emerges.
In my landscapes, extreme linear structures and heightened color push tension to its limits, like a balloon on the verge of bursting. These scenes, though grounded in the visible world, hum with the same underlying pressure.
Whether abstract or representational, these works share a common pursuit: to press against the limits of order, to glimpse the moment where structure trembles — and meaning tries, however briefly, to hold.