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.