Broken Devotions
Broken Devotions unfolds in a world where symbols persist long after their meanings have eroded.
The works hold a quiet tension between endurance and disorientation, between the longing for revelation and the absence of any force that might respond.
In this unsettled terrain, devotion becomes less an act of faith than an act of persistence — a way of continuing to search for meaning in the wake of its collapse.
The pleasing wonder of ignorance
A giraffe surveying the world from a mountain peak. A flamingo standing among snow-capped ridges as though it has always belonged there. A fly reigning, unbothered, over the Alps. These paintings do not ask to be explained — they ask to be wondered at. At the heart of the series lies the quiet illusion we carry through life: that things are where they should be, that the world's order is legible, that we know what belongs where. But do we? In the collision of the familiar and the incongruous, something uncomfortably beautiful emerges — the particular pleasure that only not-knowing can offer.
Mild paranoia
Something is watching. Something is always watching. In this series of oil paintings, the world is familiar enough to be recognizable and strange enough to make you question what you think you see. Hybrid creatures — part bird, part architecture, part dream — inhabit spaces that follow their own logic: a logic just coherent enough to be unsettling. There are no monsters here, only displacements. A head too large for its landscape. A gaze from somewhere it shouldn't be. The unease is not dramatic — it is quiet, persistent, and entirely reasonable. That is precisely what makes it so difficult to shake.
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Traces of reality included
The paintings in Traces of Reality Included capture moments where reality is not a backdrop but a disquieting guest: it enters, shifts, and leaves a trace behind. Everyday objects, animals, and spaces subtly distort. The series is both intimate and enigmatic — each work is a small fracture on the surface of the familiar world, where meaning appears not through declaration but through quiet suggestion.
Self portraits
These works are not self‑portraits but self‑dissections: the body becomes a sign, the soul a constructed mechanism, the thought a tangible object. The series is at once grotesque, elegant, and profoundly human, capturing the precise moment when identity is no longer a fixed state but a continuous act of becoming.