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.
oil on canvas 120x120cm • 2025Alom
"A vision unraveling at the edge of consciousness — petals turning to whispers, colors thinning into silence. Forms that once felt certain drift into a fragile elsewhere, leaving behind the soft ache of something beautiful slipping out of reach."
oil on canvas 100x100cm • 2025
"Mild Paranoia stages a mind on the verge—where clarity hardens into suspicion and symbols tilt into threats. The work operates like a sealed psychological climate: precise yet unstable, lucid yet estranged. It probes the friction between instinct and analysis, asking whether vigilance is protection or performance. Edges blur, meanings double, and the act of looking becomes complicit—anxious, alert, and unable to decide if it is witnessing a warning or creating one."
oil on canvas 100x130cm • 2026
"The mirror’s truth reveals the quiet drama of two worlds meeting: on the left, the guarded beauty of nature, where appearances still hold. On the right, a decayed, abandoned reality yawns open, a place where even the light grows weary. Between these two poles, black planes mark the boundary — or perhaps the fracture itself. Above it all floats a third perspective: a higher gaze that holds the mirror, sees the disintegration, yet does nothing. The painting’s sorrow is born from this powerless presence — from the realization that the mirror’s truth reflects not the world, but our own helplessness."
oil on canvas 90x120cm • 2025
"The giraffe is present only from the knees down — monumental, indifferent, occupying the frame without permission. Far below, a small figure stands at the end of a path toward a classical temple, unaware or unmoved. Desire operates at a different scale than the one we live in. The Garden of Lust does not illustrate longing — it demonstrates its disproportionate weight."
